The Two of Me
The Two of Me
I often wonder if there aren’t two
of me. The ‘inside’ me and the ‘outward me’. The latter functions properly,
meeting all his obligations, taking care of customers and staying in touch with
friends and family. It is part and parcel of a commitment I made after my
beloved wife died over 6 years ago. The ‘outward’ me tries very hard to
maintain a cheerful demeanor, a positive attitude and the rudiments of a normal
life.
The past year as well as the foreseeable future, being
swathed in pandemic and economic uncertainty, as well as a considerable amount
of political uncertainty, have wrought for me a life of solitude, a loss of
tactile human contact, and a stark realization that my inner life is vastly
different than the life that I project to the world. In my inner life, my
attachment to mortality is tenuous and disinterested at best. I feel as though
I am pacing a cage waiting for an end that I wish would come. My ‘real’ life
ended on November 28, 2014, when my beloved passed away. A heart full of love
that no longer has anywhere to go is a daily feature. The desire to be useful
to and consequently valued by my beloved partner who no longer exists is as
well a daily feeling.
The “two me’s” exist in opposition to one another. I have no
wish to hurt the ones I love by acting in any way to hasten my departure from
this mortal coil. Both me’s would consider that sort of behavior as an act of
consummate selfishness. Nevertheless, I must, if I am honest, acknowledge that
I still miss Susan daily, sorely miss being part of an entity greater than the
sum of its parts, and still write lines of verse such as the ones that follow.
Dearest one,
The pain of missing you…
Never seems
to pass.
The light you gathered round you
That you
shared with us all
Flickers yet, in memories warm and true.
I knew on that awful day
Watching
your spirit slip away
That what we shared
Was doomed
to ne’er repeat
A journey of solitude and sorrow
To be what
remained for me
I love you now
As I did back
then
I try to keep your light alive
To keep your
love warm around my heart
Until that sun filled day
When we can
walk again hand in hand.
MPC 1-24-2021
What can I say except, I understand, and send you love and a few (virtual) tootsie rolls. Both sides are the product of people who loved you. Reflect their love and play the guitar! Music is in your soul.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, eloquent, heartbreaking. Thank you for your powerful vulnerability. The great spiritual masters would say you are still here because you still have work to do. Perhaps part of that work is sharing your two lives and your journey through devastating loss with such courage and clarity.
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