There are words that express both hello and goodbye. Words that mean to cling and to sever. Words to make one against or against – that is, to be completely opposed or pushed right up close.
There is refrain which means both to cease and repeat. Also quite to suggest whether the fall will be measured – or utter, complete. And fast for when things move so quickly. Then, too, for when they don’t move at all.
They had written an entire love with this language. A love composed of equal and opposing forces. Their god of two faces watching from the coin that was tossed, this Janus who also lent his name to the month of her birth – and the month of their ending.
She left. What is left. Their yield – what was made of their love and all they conceded?
Turns out they were bound. The leap she took into his arms, and how those arms restrained her. When Janus swung open the door to heaven they held on tight, and they put one foot down on either side.
I’m sorry she said when she let him go. I couldn’t love you any more.
(she knew the truth contained a better lie)