love?
I shuddered when he said the word
I used to know love
back when I knew pain
I tried love then
and love served me well
for a time
until I let love carry me away
then love
right when I felt highest
let me fall
and I broke
love stayed with me
claiming to nurse my wounds
rubbing on ointments
that felt like salt
I pushed love away
and without my feeding love
or encouraging love
love died
I laid love to rest
buried love
in a casket
under the ground
“so you see”
I told him
“I no longer know love
love is dead to me”
“dead to you is different from simply dead”
he said
“perhaps love is only waiting
to be awakened”
could it be
that love had been buried alive
and that it might
still live?
I was afraid
who wants to dig up a casket
in hopes of finding a living soul
only to discover a corpse?
he left me alone
he couldn’t dig it up for me
this was my task
my choice
I sat at the graveside
as I watched the sun set
and before leaving
peeled back some of the turf near the headstone
the next morning I returned
with a shovel
and began to dig
trying not to wonder what I would uncover
as the sun rose
my sweat and tears
turned me into a muddy mess
I stopped digging at noon
my shovel scraped wood
and my whole being throbbed
I could not go on
so I sat and stared at love’s casket
until it began to rain
and the water from above
rinsed me clean
of all the grime of the work
I watched it pool on the exposed wood
mesmerized by the concentric ripples
running into each other
and off the edge
the water finished the job
I had begun
and love’s casket
lay fully exposed
I took it up
still afraid to open it alone
and took it to him
a gift
a sad gift
perhaps nothing
but a moldy box
full of rotted memories
I couldn’t watch
as he pried open the lid
but as it gave way
I couldn’t take my eyes off him
and when his love met mine
my love began to revive
like mouth to mouth CPR
simultaneously intimate and dangerous
it hurt
but after knowing
the paralysis of self-protection
I found that the pain of living is unparalleled