Losing Her
Every cycle of 365 days, I have cause to celebrate
Surrounded by new friends on the New Year, we each gave a toast
I toasted speaking up to improve my quiet self
I did not know what had happened
But those friends slowly stopped talking to me
I waited for a while, a torturous cycle of longing
The days went by, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, repeating again every Monday
It was over when my best friend refused to talk to me
Over the summer, I sent her
A picture and some keepsakes
An ode to our friendship
She replied in a letter
Although she never accused me of being a bad person
She made me feel like one
She “felt anxious and drained after being with [me]”
Considered me “toxic,”
My venom paralyzing her, unable to fight back, “incapable of voicing [her] disagreements”
Despite feeling like I was the snake, her words stung me
Without me, I suppose you are justified
No habeas corpus despite my birthright
Just locked in a cell of isolation
How could I defend myself when not present in court?
When not notified of the crime?
“After the second week passed and you didn’t do anything. You began noticing during the third week and I couldn’t help but wonder what you thought had happened.”
But... you refused to talk to me
I do not push hurt people
You end, “you are fine, I am fine, and that July is fine,”but you wrote “we were on the same page number in different books”
We’re still on different pages
Because I am not fine
I am not okay with you popping in my head before I go to sleep, making me rake my mind over what I had done, could have done, should have
Now what are we?
You thought we misunderstood each other, and it must be true
Because you didn’t know me and I never knew you
I felt like I had been here before, losing my friends before me, every cycle of school year
I thought I would end up with no close friends, would have to start anew next year
But I gained some before then.
It began by running, not toward, not away, but with them
My soccer friend down the street made sure I got out of the house
We ran and socialized
Which was made better with another boy
And then with another girl
We eventually slowed down and talked more because we agreed that “No wo... cough… man left behind”
Runners to walkers to chaperones of kids at the park, we continued to talk
And our cycle made boy fall for girl, a relationship started
Now I got a job and tried hard to come to play
But one day, the air was flat, as if all the bubbles disappeared
We dropped people off until it was me and the boyfriend
And outside my house, my curiosity burst the sole bubble
I asked him what was going on between him and his girlfriend
His tone was relaxed despite the tension in the air
He was as chill as the night
But his face was moonlight, a misleading ray of sunshine
I could see through him before he told me they had broken up
I could tell there was more behind the shadow
But you can’t flash light upon a broken soul, leaving it exposed
So I coaxed out this hurt animal, never pushing
Until he revealed himself
Everything was meaningless, pointless
Every spare moment his thought turned to her
What he did, could have done, should have
Now what were they?
Fixed upon a fake past and a nonexistent future
His present was agony
We talked through this terrible curse until a tear appeared
Then, he was more alive than any of the undead
His feelings were solid, and yet, transmitted through me
In that moment, he was a particle of light
Feeling sad alone makes one feel dead
But sharing grief can often make one feel alive
And as he spoke, I never felt more alive
He became tangible, He became real despite being a ghost of his happy self
I gave him the only things I could, a hug and my empathy
I was hesitant to tell him my stories, but I chose to speak up about my personal life
I told him my story about losing my friends
And he in turn gave me a hug
We continued sharing our stories of sorrow
Each story divided the grief
Making magic as sadness turned to peace
My toast was the right one, as speaking up has forever changed me
My story and bonds are all stronger
I don’t celebrate cycles
But rather change and growth in myself and others
As well as the people who have stayed
Despite 365 days