Bluets

by Maggie Nelson

whose eyes literally leaked blue,

where we were dancing the way people dance when they are telling each other how they want to make love.

although I thought I loved this man very completely for exactly who he was, I was in fact blind to the man he actually was, or is.

Loneliness is solitude with a problem.

I feel at once the need to die and be reborn one thousand years ago,

For to wish to forget how much you loved someone—and then, to actually forget—can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.