Sadness breezed in the other day.
In the muddle of the morning hours
she hindered my otherwise tranquil routine
by listlessly dumping the contents of her baggage
on my living room floor.
Knowing that ignoring her
would only mean
that she’d return another time
I offered her a seat as
she languidly took me on a journey through the past –
of moments lost
of unrealized possibilities.
And when the dark felt too deep
the chasm between myself and reality – too vast
I asked her to pack up her things and leave.
As she sulked away
I knew she would be back
and so I let her go with love.
Anger showed up on my doorstep
He parked his car
haphazardly in my shared driveway
with no regard for the neighbours
and proceeded to follow me persistently up the stairs.
As we made our way to the landing
he stood resolute
while fear cowered quietly in his shadow.
One hardly traveled without the other, I noticed.
Each made stronger through their bond.
And when I knew our conversation
was leading nowhere
as we ran circles around each other’s thoughts
with no resolution in sight
I asked them to go.
After much protest
they left muttering under their breath.
I knew they would be back
and so I let them go with love.