I know you don’t watch me walk away (imagined)

How I say I am leaving and you mumble I’ll see you soon, and how with your eyes still closed you miss the way I shake my head, no.

I know you don't watch me walk away at body, remember

Nine months ago I wrote a piece called I know you don’t watch me walk away. To quote Adele, this one was me kind of on my knees, really. I was taking an honest and painful look at the ending of a great love (and a great folly). This was me writing my way out of the pain.

The human heart may be slow to learn, but it makes its decisions in moments. The piece was about that split second where you understand that you have to move, that you have to get up and walk away – even when it means leaving your love behind. And it was about accepting that some people will let you go. That there are a thousand ways to surrender.

A few months back I know you don’t watch me walk away took on a little life of its own. People started to share it across the web, and some began to tell me their stories – to say that they knew this moment, that they had been here too. Every reader with their own little bruises, people from all over the world with hearts and sleeves that were damaged. Heartache is indeed a universal – and the response to I know you don’t watch me walk away has shown me that we’re never, ever truly alone in this.

And now my dear friend Jo has created a visual essay to capture what I felt all those months ago; we worked together on the photo shoot, but the art is hers alone and I am thrilled to present it here. The word emotion comes from a Latin root that means to move through or out and this is what Jo has grasped so beautifully – the hesitance, the deliberation, the looking back … and ultimately the moment she walks away.

When she puts one wobbly foot in front of the other on a midnight street. Because she feels far too much to stay.

I wanted to tell you, readers – it’s worth it.

I Know You Don’t Watch Me Walk Away by Joanne Piechota – for the full portfolio of images click here.

I know you don't watch me walk away image 2

It is my 35th birthday and I will not cry. One wobbly foot in front of the other on this midnight street, I walk away.

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10 thoughts on “I know you don’t watch me walk away (imagined)

  1. Having reread the text, I can only say taking this one decision must have taken a lot of courage; but it’s something that had to be done. The photos matched the piece extremely well! 🙂

    1. Thank you for sharing – I like your writing a lot. I really like the pacing in particular. You can tell it comes from an honest place when it flows like that.
      And I’m glad you liked the photo shoot – I could only do it once I was emotionally far (faaaaaaaaar!!) away from where I was at when it all happened (you do get there!) xx

      1. Hi there! All is SO good, although I’m on holidays which slows down the writing (too much sun and sea … and vodka!).

        I really love ‘delete’ in particular … love the smack of the last line, how true it is. Looking forward to more xxx

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