My soap was blue this morning.
Having been expecting the green I’d grown accustomed to over years, I found myself contemplating change…
The changes my life has undergone recently are pervasive and staggering. The passage of time seems to give precisely zero fucks about my belabored breathing. I can’t believe how much time has past… it’s been months since you left.
I’ve crashed face first into the realization that I probably will never see you again…though beyond that, if I were to see you again…I’m doubtful you’d be the same woman I knew and loved.
The will of fate and time be done, and the cries of anguish are ignored.