Months had passed, or had it already been years? Longing’s low and dull ache has a timeless quality, that masterful property to have the sensation of being born knowing it, even when the wound is fresh.
There comes a crossing over, a moment that can pass without even marking it, when the longing lessens. It finds a corner in your heart and sits in stillness. It simply becomes part of the surroundings, present but overlooked. Often overlooked.
It awakens from time to time, a place, a scent..in those moments just before sleep takes you. It has the capacity to bring down a great clatter, a rattling of the cage, a silent scream of the unfulfilled, the unspoken. Even those moments pass.
Longing is not something you let go of.
At some moment, of longing’s choosing…it lets go of you.