Former Lives 🫳

Sometimes I notice all of your old apartments around town.

Everything really started falling apart about a year ago (as if it wasn’t already heading that way). After that disastrous cabin weekend.

My biggest fear from the beginning was that I would outgrow you.

You accused me of getting bored. I accused you of getting complacent and taking for granted how much I loved you.

Sometimes I notice all of your old apartments around town, all of these former lives.

Thank you for giving me the safety and security to grow as a person, as myself. I’m not sorry for it, not sorry for leaving you. But I’m still burned.