Sometimes we miss what we are most familiar with, even when
it’s not healthy. The soothing hum of a
rusty, antiquated furnace as it blows warm air and carbon monoxide throughout
the house; a favorite pair of old nasty tennis shoes infested with athlete’s
foot, or the predicable performance of an abuser.
As the holidays
approach, the void left may be palpable even though the behavior will never be
missed. The Grinch is no longer lingering on the sofa, glaring with his
lifeless eyes which are void of any light or tenderness. No longer is there anyone to suck the delight
from the spirit of the season, yet, a small abyss remains.
Steadfast complaints of gift buying, no longer fall on suffering
ears. The guilt of sharing has taken a two
state hike in order to torture another soul.
Perhaps the pretending will remain through Christmas; giving the new
prey room to breathe for a time - before his hell begins in earnest.
The rhythm of a heartbeat proclaims it’s still there. A warm body full of courage and hope, both hiding
and healing from the pain of a phantom love. It will heal...
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