both of us | {kay}
Jul 10, 2015 14:32:45 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jul 10, 2015 14:32:45 GMT -5
. LANI .
breathe out
breathe in
It's cool this morning.
Not enough to make me shiver or huddle together for warmth, but the kind of cool that makes me wish I were still in my mother's kitchen bright and early in the morning, just as the sun is breaking the horizon, with the smell of coffee drifting through the air. This is my favorite kind of weather, when it has rained the night before and the skies are sunny in the morning. It seems so hypocritical and makes no sense and I like that, but I like anything that doesn't make sense because it is my job to understand how things work and the things that are confusing are what remind me I am not perfect and I am not a robot. What I do is an art that doesn't always get the recognition it deserves. To others, be it a painted picture or words on paper or notes sung aloud, I am interested. But for me and my profession, I am grateful.
Usually when I get to work, the feelings I feel go away. It has been a long ride for me to swallow back the longing and the nostalgia. My emotions were my biggest threat in this game, and maybe they still are. Maybe I am just better at hiding them in the shadows of my mind. But when I get to work, that is all I am allowed to think about. It's better if I don't feel, anyway, especially when anyone can die around me at any time. It's a scary thought, so I don't let myself think it. Usually.
But today I sit at a desk alone. Today, I have no partner.
Three days ago, he was taken from me.
Yesterday was his funeral.
Today I am still alone.
Tomorrow I will still be alone.
So I let myself feel today, if only for my own sanity. Fifteen years of working together and just as suddenly as we were thrown together he was taken from me. I keep half expecting him to crawl out from under his now empty desk and say "Man, you really fell for that?" but I don't think it will happen. It hasn't yet. But it could. Anything could happen, even if it doesn't make sense. (I love the things that don't make sense.)
I try to distract myself with paperwork but I can't focus so I just shove it to the side, lay my head on my desk and sulk, only ever moving to breathe or to sip my cappuccino. Today is a beautiful day. Zair would have liked this day, but he can't. So I am stuck in this beautiful day with no one.
No one.