I wrote last month about the woman from the poem. This is where I ended off:
We reconnected recently. She explained. I apologized. And I told her about the poem. And when I found it here on my Medium, I sent it to her.
I’m back on that stage, with one person in the audience. She’s still reading my performance.
And I’m waiting for her to walk out silently or talk to me after the show.
… and this is what happened. She responded. She loved the poem. We bonded over words and IMs. We shared music. We had pillow-talk, where I imagined her voice reading out her messages first thing in the morning. It escalated. Then, it ended. Because of her partner. Like last time, she disappeared.
I cried and grieved for days. And then it was over. Behind me.
