Some People
When my friend told me he’d rather lose his lover by separation than by death, something finally clicked in me— not everyone knows how it feels to carry grief that has no grave. And it made sense; all the frowns, the sneers, the laughter, for not everyone recognizes this kind of misfortune. And how lucky they are to never have their souls tied to another who slips the knot and walks away. To never love someone with every fiber of their being, every neuron in their body, only to lose them. Every day I bargain in my head over which part of me I’d trade just to have him back. Maybe my left eye, maybe my right hand, maybe my liver, maybe my life. 535 days after he left, I understand why some people end their life over a heartbreak and how some people cannot begin to imagine it.