I forgave the imperfections. I forgave the stutter and the shuffle. I forgave you being careless with my heart. I forgave.
I dreamed you were kinder, more intentional. I dreamed that this meant as much to you as it did to me. I dreamed you were a better man.
I loved the way your clothes smelt of rain and baked bread. I loved the way you bounced with each step. I loved you past your imperfections.
You stumbled and stuttered. You were unsure of what you meant, even though you’d said it unabashedly.
You hurt me intentionally because in my liberation, I had made you feel small.
You became everything I have ever cried about in the world.
The injustice. The misogyny. The chauvinism.
Then spaces between us
indicated that I had made too much room for my love of you
and had tossed caution and critique to the wayside
They join me on my lonely departure.
This is goodbye.
NYC here I am.
Robert Wise and crew onsite in NYC, 1960, filming Russ Tamblyn and The Jets dancing during opening number of “West Side Story”
shewonders-shewanders thought of you miss hippy!:P
Jimi Hendrix Live @ Woodstock 1969