Today’s prompt. Thank you to everyone who has read my work all month (especially to the people I bombard with it on a DAILY BASIS.) I'm sorry to see April go, but stayed tuned…I’ve actually got something significant in the works that I'll announce soon.
I’ll never forget where I was the first time I heard it.
Who I was. Might be. That sense of displacement. In a conversation with one of my roommates, as we watched the end of childhood through an obscured glass. I had to hear it. He was insistent. Watch as his eyes light up with splendor as he shared this song with me.
My my my, my…my
That feeling, fleeting. furtive. the sense that every second was trying to hold water in my bare, shaking hands. Holding it at the end of a cold winter. Trying to take in the sun. Trying to keep it for myself a little longer.
Skinny love.
Song of youth. Song of sadness. The spare guitar jangling out and on itself. Furtive baritone. I’d never felt so seen while falling. I was sure of a nosedive. Unsure of what would be born from the collision.
Later still, watching my roommate dancing with a friend, singing along, joy in the moment funneling out from the oration of a song. It was a week from the hard stop.
I spent some corona and Budweiser tears, it was hard to let it these movements go. Hard to see me where I’d end up. Wondering what was left for me afterwards. Wondering what I had to show for my efforts.
All your Love was wasted.
A lifetime later. I only visit this song, none of the others. This line, anthemic before. I realized the mistake: Love being wasted, gone.
Love isn’t oil. It isn’t youth. It isn’t a pie graph or a timeline.
It is clean energy. When we use it, it fuels itself. It isn’t a shriveled, weak thing withering in on itself.
I’m still in that moment, hearing this the first time. Hearing it soundtrack life’s interruptions. Between the goodbyes. In our waning, in the winding down. In absence and reunion and the spaces where life carries us.
It wasn’t wasted. It echoes between our souls.
It’s still here. always
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