Reflections on a Valentine’s Day
Not sure how many of you celebrate this but to those that do, hope it is a great weekend. L and I have never really done much for it other than maybe go out to dinner.
Do any of you get reflective about past relationships during this time? I do sometimes and seem to have more so this year. I imagine it has a lot to do with all the talks with M that I have had over the last year. People are right when they say that you never forget your first real love and I am certain that she was mine. I know my folks once thought she’d be the one I’d marry. The rational part of me knows that if what I see in her now is any indication that had be truly gotten together it could have ended badly. Yet even knowing all this, the heart still feels a tug every so often. It’s just a weird feeling and just to clarify, I am honestly content with my life with L and the girls.
Years ago I came across a song that immediately and better than anything else described the effect M had on me and on occasion still does.
Indigo Girls – Ghost
There’s a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer
The last truce we ever came to from our adolescent war
And I start to feel the fever of the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams
The Mississippi’s mighty, but it starts in Minnesota
At a place where you can walk across with five steps down
And that’s just how you started like a pinprick to my heart
But at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown
There’s not enough room in this world for my pain
Signals crossed and love gets lost and time passed makes it plain
Of all my demon spirits I need you the most
I’m in love with your ghost
I’m in love with your ghost
Dark and dangerous like a secret it gets whispered in a hush (don’t tell a soul)
And when I wake the things I dreamt about you last night make me blush (don’t
tell a soul)
When you kiss me like a lover and you sting me like a viper
I go follow to the river play your memory like the piper
And I feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me
But I would walk into the fingers of your fire willingly
Dance the edge of sanity I’ve never been this close
In love with your ghost
oooooh-oooooooh-ooooooh-oooooooooh
oooooh-oooooooh-ooooooh-oooooooooh
Unknowing captor you’ll never know how much you
Pierce my spirit but I can’t touch you
Can you hear it a cry to be free
Oh I’m forever under lock and key
As you pass through me
Now I see your face before me I would launch a thousand ships
To bring your heart back to my island as the sand beneath me slips
I burn up in your presence and I know now how it feels
To be weakened like Achilles with you always at my heels
This bitter pill to swallow is the silence that I keep
It poisons me I can’t swim free the river is too deep
Though I’m baptized by your touch I am no worse at most
In love with your ghost
In love with your ghost
In love with your ghost
You are shadowing my dreams
I’m wondering if I’ve ever really been in love…cus I can’t think of a time when it wasn’t puppy love misplaced…. 🙂
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I know this song and it speaks to me as well. Not having ever really celebrated this holiday, I wasn’t reflective of love lost until you mentioned it here. I am married still, 17 years after I left my first love, that husband I could not, for safety reasons, live with anymore. (Divorce? Well, it’s a problem for him. He’s capital C Catholic, and I do not need to hurt him like that. I simply needed not to be within striking range anymore.) I’m still in love with his ghost, but not the ghost of the man he was, but the man I thought he would become and never did. Amazing the things the heart does to us, the loves that haunt us and the lies we tell ourselves. Whoa. Pardon me for musing all over your journal. You just kind of set me on a thoughtpath I’d not expected. Be well and happy.
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