Mollie Fox
An Ode to Your Rejection
Of course, now I am tempted again to reach a hand out to you,
To cut though the chaos, the fear,
And orchestrate one more misguided attempt to hear the words,
“It will be ok.”
You do not oblige me,
You never have.
Still, I try.
I happened to be looking at the door that first day, in Ohio.
I watched you walk in, all blue hues and bone fragments.
And I don’t know how, but I knew I was going to love you.
I suppose you do not care,
I suppose I cannot help myself.
Maybe you think it is of little consequence, the way I felt about you.
But here, at what feels like the closest thing to the end of the world that I’ve ever seen,
I know the consequence is very great.
It has been painful, you know, loving you.
But I was willing to hurt.
Mollie Fox is an an event planner and museum professional in Seattle. She blogs at molliefox.tumblr.com.
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