She left today. With so much mourning to do already this weekend, I’m overflowing.
I went as far as I could. Farther than anyone else would have, but it’s never more than halfway if the other person won’t take the first step. So here I am in the middle of this desert. Standing so far from familiar territory all I see is the righteous rage of these shifting dunes. All consuming, unceasing.
If I stay here, I sink. The howling storm of her indifference has long since erased my footprints from the journey I’ve taken. I’m left with only horizon.
Move Forward.
