I tried to leave quietly. And as I left, I lit a candle and left it in the hallway…out of sight, but giving shadows.
I don’t think she cried.
At least, not while I was nearby.
What does crying sound like anyway….
What would it feel like to cry? I think back on my howls, on my stompings, on my running, running, running through the yard. Even angry and lost, even when I was sad, I still was trying to break out, to bust out of this cage. To become free. I am not just my body…
But if I’m not my body? Who am I?
I left her in the shadows, alone.
So alone, like me.
At least I didn’t leave her in the dark.