Thinking of Quinn, with Catalina
Breakups aren’t always a tragedy and relationships don’t always end badly. Relationships don’t always end. Some do, but some just dim away, dissolving into specks that can be picked here and there from the air if you’re lucky enough to pluck them. Special souls, oftentimes, can fade out from our lives — but this one is taking its sweet time.
Quinn used to imagine these worlds, impossible to be true but ideal for us two to live in. For the peace that we lacked in this world, Quinn created her own as a home. Somewhere in the Mountain West or on that preferred obscure beach— So detailed and true, so thoughtful and deep that I thought and still think, one day again, there we’ll meet.
Your perfect vision
of the life we had
prompts my conviction
that my love will bring you back
Quinn once said that we’d never really be apart since souls are entwined for eternity, though the space between is far. So through this, I believed it was enough to want, and to think, because if she were to return then it would happen, faithfully. But I forget that before she disappeared, I was the first to leave sight. Maybe Quinn misses me more than a clipped bird misses flight. Numbers change, accounts change. I tried to call but got another name…
