When the hurricane was hitting, I called Gia and we talked about how, yeah, babysitting plans were definitely off the table. I was grumbling about how much it sucked that we weren't going to be able to see each other for a while and she was like "It just means I'll be that much happier to see you when I do see you!"
Which was nice and chipper but made me feel like, what, it takes distance for you to appreciate me? Am I a bother? Bleh. Insecure, I know, but like I was saying above I feel palpably sometimes how we each are reacting to things very differently right now, and it's a struggle to pull back.
Anyways, I wrote this poem, and that's the last I'll post for now:
Yet and still.
So we're in different places now, well how else could it be?
I still care for you and I know you still care for me
We have that and we have time, as for the rest we'll see
A friend, a lover, family member, all these I could be
Or we could drift apart, it's true, although I still believe
That for someone who sees you like I do you yet have need
To stand beside you, hold you, help you, of these things I dream
But when I reach my hand for yours, that's when your hand recedes
So when you want me, if you need me, you know where I'll be
Seeing to my own affairs, still upright, proud and free
Me, 30ish bi female, been doing solo poly for roughly 5 years. Gia, Clay, and Pike, my partners. Davis, ex/friend/"it's complicated." Eric, Gia's husband. Bee, Gia and Eric's toddler.