This is unwritable
Seeing
him with her
walkingsmilingdrinking
here
in my place
in my place
here

I start thinking about how my grandma always wanted to go dancing but my grandfather never would. Then my grandma died and my grandfather started going out dancing. That always seemed like a kind of betrayal too.

I know he left- the door closed,
another one’s open
but – the hallway is
very
long
and pretty damn sad
My friend says feeling these feelings
Is the path to peace
I hope she’s right
because otherwise?
I’m on the path to become
one unhinged mother-fucking bitter hag