Gray

I have to detach from you. I have to let you be. For who I am now is not who you know. You knew me in another life, one in which I was other than who I am. And so I must be true and let you be you. For when I am with you, I still feel the gravitational pull…the invisible force of your speech, your actions, your eyes…seeing the old and longing to pull me back into it. But that is a corpse that reeks of stale persona and hollow ideas. There I cannot go. I must move forth, not back. And so I am stuck. Do I let you in? Do I reach out and hope that we may see with new eyes…or do I let you go and breath the air between us to insure life and hope and love? This is living in the gray. I must detach, but can I touch? I must detach, but can I speak? I must detach, but can I see? I don’t know.