This heartbreak has been different.
I knew it was likely to come (here)
After the event,
I sobbed for an hour. My friends held
me and told me it was okay to cry. I let my body shake and cleanse.
Then.
Stared at the mirror.
Washed my face.
Put makeup on.
And went to a birthday party.
The next morning I Lysol-wiped the
kitchen floor for three hours in my underwear, Christmas music blaring. (weird similarity here)
By 4p.m. I needed to….I needed to….I
don’t know what I needed to do. But I went to Sonic and ordered a dirty DC
(just like me) and a double bacon cheeseburger (not like me.) I sat in the Macey’s parking lot and waited for the
inevitable wave of regret.
It never came.
So I walked into the supermarket and
bought myself flowers.
Sometimes that’s okay.
And I don’t know if I’m running to or
running from
but I need to keep running.
3 comments:
This isn't a gorgeous subject but your words sure are gorgeous. I've known this feeling and I send all of my good thoughts your way.
Em
Tightrope to the Sun
Oh, my Paige. In less than 200 words (I know because I plugged them into my word count) you managed to both break my heart and rile me up at the same time. A packed few paragraphs of concrete details that bite. Once again, I am blown away.
this is beautiful. I've been there before and wouldn't wish it on anyone, I'm so sorry.
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