I saw Cliff yesterday

It had been a week and we met at Fins to give our stuff back, to say goodbye.
A day where we were soft with each other.
The cacophonus noises were gone and the dense blankness was lifted. Where it was simply me and simply Cliff and simple love pouring inside each of us mutely. love and want and done and gone starting sentences and not finishing.

Cliff with small heaves saying word by word slowly. The Cleft of betrayal and bitterness on his chest--all over him. In his hands and what to do with it?

I kept bursting out in tears
trying to cup all the wound of it and lost love in my hands
“tell me, tell me.”
saying “I’m sorry” placing it there.

We had the long hug and another, and it was so familiar and good. good. Walking away wondering if we had dug in too much. but that is where we were at. in letting go. in still loving each other.

Lord come past me and before me.