After he said I'm sorry
adding a joke for levity
I found me in the exact
place I promised myself
I'd never be again.
Pining for lost affection,
lost time, lost laughs, like why
did it need to feel like loss?
And it's only a minor moment
to lose: a night, some hours,
some cuddling on the couch.
But could there have been more?
Meatballs were already in the pot
too late to save for another day.
So there would be my bowl
my fork, me, and the meatballs
sitting on the edge of my bed.
It took minutes, many in fact
to remind myself I'm not her
anymore. I don't wonder
or doubt, cry and not want
to eat, live, but lie saddened.
No. Not this time, is what I said,
when I filled my bowl again.
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