Dear Ex, See you never
The body's last gift before the end but knowing and experiencing are different animals.
Knowing is abstract, intellectual, and somehow manageable but experiencing is this: white knuckles on a steering wheel, the taste of copper in my mouth, the desperate prayer to a God I'm not sure I believe in that she'll wait for me.
The red light flashes on the traffic light stand, and I stop, though there's no traffic, no one to witness if I ran it. But I stop anyway, because the alternative is falling apart, and I can't fall apart yet. Not until I've seen her, and not until I've said goodbye.
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