March 28, 2019
There was a weeklong breakup after that fateful Sunday. Not sure how you were, but in my head it was the whole 7 years, playing in slo-mo--and me trying to know at what point I can save us. From my end, a lot of holding on to you, hoping it was a dream. From your end, repeated glances at your watch. That one night you offered to stay until I fell asleep, you didn't take off your watch. A pointed gesture saying, "It's different now." First times in a while are like little earthquakes. They cause little deaths.