slowly, i became used to it
the fact that you were never coming back
that you changed and i did too but
some things ceased to change
some habits remained habitual —
making creamy coffee which i abhorred but you loved
buying your favorite brand of beer in the grocery
setting the table for two before dinner
really
trying to forget you
moving on
it's a work in progress
YOU ARE READING
Catharsis | On Hold
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