Wednesday, April 15, 2009

sixteen years

Gone in a moment. You can't disconnect completely if you have spent most of your adult life with one person.

That's the nasty fucking truth of parting. You think it's ok and passed, and you think it's ok and gone.

Clearly it's not. Clearly it's in my head banging bits off the inside whilst I walk, and ignore the sunshine and mist rising up off the harbour, and just remember all the unjust things I did.

And therefore I have to agree, that's ok, that ended just there.

Doesn't make it any less shit though.

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