One Japanese woman’s guitar

It’s funny the things you remember
The things that stick
That you’re permitted to take with you
In and under the wave
Down into the darkness
Not knowing whether they buoy you
Or weigh you down
I like it though
Them
I like them
The things
If they will be the ones to take me
Then they’re good company
There’s much to this musing I think
Much to this sense of duality
Of parallel

Everything else dies
Ideas like good and bad
Ideas like healthy
Ideas like responsibility
And just now I realise I don’t have to hold anyone’s hand any-more
Because it doesn’t matter
You won’t be coming with me
And what you think is meaningless
As meaningless as anything
As everything
I’m not sorry for how it makes you feel
I’m not sorry for the reasons why things mean the things they mean to you
I’m delighted in the absurdity of that phrasing

I do wish you could love me here though
It’s where it all is
Where all the good bits happen
I would wear you out
I would frighten you
But here you would know that my love is real
This is where I want to love you
This is where I want you to come and meet me

I like it here
I realise I like it here
No-one can touch me
And I can permit you entry
I can show it to you