15 years, 1 month and 2 weeks ...

... after our first date, sepp and i decided to separate, last sunday. things had not been "right" for too long. while it has not completely sunk in yet, i already know that the hardest part will be dealing with the loss of the closest friend i have had for the best part of 15 years.

We Grow Accustomed to the Dark

We grow accustomed to the Dark --
When light is put away --
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye --

A Moment -- We uncertain step
For newness of the night --
Then -- fit our Vision to the Dark --
And meet the Road -- erect --

And so of larger -- Darkness --
Those Evenings of the Brain --
When not a Moon disclose a sign --
Or Star -- come out -- within --

The Bravest -- grope a little --
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead --
But as they learn to see --

Either the Darkness alters --
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight --
And Life steps almost straight.

Emily Dickinson

song of the day: ain't no cure for love by leonard cohen.