The first person to call me a treasure lied to me.
The second had just met me but somehow saw me.
The third loved me.
It’s a funny thing, love, and you know it,
don’t you, you know it because it makes people do
they wouldn’t otherwise do,
or so they say.
But it’s not magic, you know, as much as we might like to
it’s hormones, not magic
and that makes it even more infuriating because you know exactly,
how it works and
and why it still gets to you is beyond you. But
well, it’s gotten to everyone at sometime or another.
And it’s funny because what swells the heart now is not love,
but a dream of what could be
what isn’t a dream but sometimes a
dare you think –
Easier to skip it.
Easier to skip it and move on and
“one way ticket ’round the world”
like you said
because if you don’t want any part of it that’s
fine. That was clear from the start.
It’s a mantra, a meaning, a purpose
and it doesn’t even exist,
not yet, not today, not with you, but it’s a
it’s like they asked, “what do you want most?”
and “what are you afraid of?”
and you smiled and hedged and then
answered the second question to answer the first.
They asked the questions and
you knew the answers more deeply than
you’ll ever admit
to anyone but yourself
because you’d be naked without the armour
and you’ve been there before.
A sudden wave of clarity and you’ve slept better since.
A sudden wave of clarity and it’s easier to laugh and to think,
well, at least it happened
at least there was a minute
at least you got lost for a while.
The paper is still there, after all, and it’s a shame,
really, a shame
because that could have been, well, a dream.
They (who?) say that when you know, you know,
but all I’ve ever known is that that’s what they say.
Because it’s not fair to you either, is it?
The English language really could use more variation on
After all you’re no longer –
you’re not –
flip the pages on the calendar –
more pages than you’d thought.
I’m glad I found you.
You know the neurochemistry and you know
that look and sometimes –
but you can’t go there
won’t go there
and in the end don’t want
to go there because
if you did,
you’d be there already. That’s just
the way you are, you said,
and when you know,
Schatz is the German word for “treasure” and it’s used as a term of endearment. I like this word very much and I’ve been familiar with it for a long time, though it came as a shock when I encountered it again after many years away. There are certain things we’d simply rather not remember, associations we’d rather not have.
The English language doesn’t tend to use “treasure” in this way. In English, pirates, children, and some playful adults search for buried treasure, but it’s rarely something you’d call somebody. I certainly never have. The fact that I can count three occasions in which this word was used says something about it. Not common. Reason enough to remember.
I have a funny relationship with this word, simply because I have had three very different experiences with it. I would assume that everyone prefers some terms of endearment over others, and that we all have such words that we’d rather not use or rather not hear. Our experiences in friendships, romantic relationships, and long-term partnerships shape how we approach new people and the ways we interact with them. These experiences shape the choices and decisions we make, and what we will or will not accept in others. One thing I have learned about myself is that I know who I am and I am not looking for anyone else to affirm that. In some ways, this makes me much more vulnerable because I’ve already lost what I had to lose, so I am more open than I might otherwise be. In other ways, I can feel the walls I’ve wrapped around myself because I’d really rather not go through such loss again. There’s a constant balance in shades of gray, and if I’m honest, I’d rather not balance. The language of interaction matters, and language is not only words.
I’ve been called a treasure three times.
Perhaps I was a different person each time.
Perhaps all of those versions of myself are somehow contained in this self.
And perhaps, just perhaps, there is another word.
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Good to read, think over and apply to myself. I’ve been mulling over my lack of relationships and wondering if it is actually what I truly want. May be. Thanks!
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