I think I’ve only been deeply lonely for two periods of my life. Both of them in the months after you’ve been here. They’re the sunny months of summer with long days and short nights. The warmest days on the Northern Hemisphere, suddenly wrapped up in blankets.
After you leaving, I’m acutely aware how much you mean to me. How happy I am when I’m happy with you. And how easy it is to be happy with you.
Walks alone are not like walks with you.
Runs alone are nothing like runs with you.
Dinner alone is as if stripped of spices compared to dinner with you.
I won’t even start to compare the nights and mornings with and without you.
The world holds such vague meaning for me. It only ever seems to truly make sense when I’m with you. Looking into your eyes cures my disorientation.
I’ve been trying to write a post for weeks. Beginning and stopping short. They always deal with you and with loneliness. But I can’t seem to get around it in the right way. The sun is setting across from me as it does every night. Some things never change. Some planets and suns are bound together for billions of years. I’m only asking for 76 here, give or take.
Do lives become more significant the shorter their time span is?
On a grand scale, I could say something about world politics. On a grand scale, I could say something abstract about the clouds in the distance who’ll make do as the mountains in my world.
I can see church towers from my window. Places of worship. Places of meaning. They’ve never meant much to me. I’ve set out on a mission to try to understand the world and the people in it. The systems that have guided us through history to where we are now. I haven’t given sufficient thought to how that affects my sense of belonging.
My most deeply held conviction is that I’d give up all my theories to undergo an empirical investigation counting all your eyelashes. You’re so beautiful to me. In mind as in eye as in the rhythm of my heart.
You could make me cry if you don’t know
Can’t remember what I was thinkin’ of
You might be spoilin’ me too much, love
You’re gonna make me lonesome when you go
Flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy
Crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme
Blue rivers runnin’ slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever
And never realize the time
(Bob Dylan, “You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go”, Blood On The Tracks)