including hers.
That felt important.
Not because I am angry.
Not because I am healed.
Mostly because I am dying.
I deleted the photographs too.
The screenshots.
The little digital archaeology
of a relationship
that should probably
be left undiscovered.
Kendra Jean,
you were a beautiful mistake
with excellent timing
and terrible timing.
I will always give you
your flowers, but
I wish us both
the strange luxury
of becoming people
who no longer check
if the other one
is online.
And honestly,
I have other things
to worry about now.
Like where I put my keys.
I wish us both
the strange luxury
of becoming people
who no longer check
if the other one
is online.
And honestly,
I have other things
to worry about now.
Like where I put my keys.