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My ex-boyfriend asked
How is the world treating you these days?
My ex-boyfriend said
I have no affection to give you.
So when my new boyfriend says
I have a headache.
I do not say
I’m sorry, honey.
I do not say
Is there something I can do to make you feel better?
I do not say
I will take care of you.
I say
Oh really.
I say
You should probably take something for that.
It was not guilt or compassion or passion or curiosity
that drove him
It was happenstance
that he saw me on the interstate
He thought of me
only because I came into his line of vision
Inaudible
I know
In their voices
I know
A sad, fierce look in their eyes
I know
The problem with my hobby of suffering through heartache is that I remind others of their own past relationship traumas (a saving grace is most of them are in good, healthy relationships now). I’ve finally realized when they tell me not to beat myself up, they speak from experience, not from indifference.
I see a light in their eyes, aware and remembering and I feel kinship and guilt. They know and I think they’d just as well forget.
It’s never as easy as I’m sorry.
Progress has been made
when the color he loved doesn’t automatically
remind me of him
Progress when pea green can just be a pretty color
again
Progress when lime doesn’t force the echoes of
I have no affection to give you to ring in my
ears
Progress when I lay me down to sleep and can
imagine tickling grass under my feet and not
feel such loss
Progress when green doesn’t make me see scarlet
or black or anger or sadness but has instead
returned to simply being green
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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