The 16th September by Renee Magritte
don’t say this was nothing
or that it didn’t hurt
I could produce proof enough of a broken heart
to satisfy even you
that this was love
– k. wilson
The space between what we said and what we meant was far greater than the miles that kept you from my bed.
In honour of International Women’s Day, a re-post of a poem I wrote a while ago. Here’s to every strong, independent, talented, compassionate woman I’ve ever had the fortune to know. Especially my daughter, who continues to teach me how to be a woman.
This is love, to sit with someone you’ve known forever in a place you’ve been meaning to go, and watching as their life happens to them until you stand up and it’s time to go.
– Daniel Handler