Lebensabschnittspartner Sarthak Mukherji Lebensabschnittspartner.Life - section - partner.A gorgeous German distillationof something about as mystifyingas splitting an atom and the violence that follows, the wondrous shine.
Have you ever sat with your hand on your sidecovering a pain you can't quite understandbut as soon as you are diagnoseda relief washes over you as this phantom is lassoed by a definition.Here is Lebensabschnittspartner for your wound.They were your whole heart, your soul matebut only till the expiration date.They were before the March and April of you.The right person for the time, the better loved and lost rather than never loved at all.Exactly who you needed to push youand pull you, kicking and screaming, into exactly who you needed to be now.Your Lebensabschnittspartner.
Come lie in me, they said.I shall be the snow to soothe youbefore the spring of you rolls forward.I will be gone but I shall water the earth you will bud from, whether I want to or not.I was the object of your ire,thank me for the scars you acquired.For the way I burned you so utterly.For lessons you learned not later but early.I brought you to the brink of the wire,gave you the sating drink you desiredbut oh, did I make your poor heart stir,call me your Lebensabschnittspartner.
You breathed them for days, months, years.They sat in your lungs, ran the circuit of your body from legs to ears,lapped it with their tonguebut now they’re just somebodyand you're not as young.You look at the clock of your life,the way it ticks forward.You can't deny the gears behind the face of it,every misshapen one.The way they clambered into place,day after foreign day,amongst the mechanism of your being.Just another cogbut a whole new chain completed.Is there anything as subtleyet obvious as growth?
But you were there once, together.Not three gears apartbut arm to goose pimpled armin a garden staring up at borrowed starlight.Behind a house you both loved, sometimes lamented,for its warm corners and mouldy windows.For the space it gave you,the way it filled that space with bills.You eventually left home behind for work,or after you broke something soft between those wallsand ran from the wreckage,too much to clean.You left because calling a house your homedoes not qualify as rentand all the real money was spent.Take pictures in all the rooms you forgot to in the midst of contentment,in the midst of surviving.Every room a living room, well lived rooms.Your Lebensabschnittshaus.
The beloved chaos that is your dogjoined you on the deck, nuzzled your neckjust after lifting a leg by your one surviving plant.They do not gaze at the light in the skyjust at you, as if you gave a tender glow.Your dog taught you patience, that after a day of reigning in and nippingyou will still abstain from moving just to avoid losing the pressure ofsomething using you as a bed.You are restfor a few more years, for the rest of theirs.Their mild weight stays in your laplong after. The one command they knew well,stay.Your Lebensabschnittshundpissing on your Lebensabschnittspflanze.
In that moment, surrounded by the currentness of your life,an Abschnitt of your life,do not worry about the next.Accumulate with borrowed starlight.Fight that moment,embrace it,weep for its passing,for what it brought you and chiseled away.You have no idea how long it will last,how it made you, you.
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