I know I’m better off without you, but I remain drawn toward you like I have been to no other. It’s self-destructive to love someone so secretive, shadowy and dangerous. I’ve turned into an addict. You’re my drug. I can no longer get a fix because you left me. M.W.

I am taking this in, slowly,
Taking it into my body.
This grief. How slow
The body is to realize
You are never coming back.
Donna Masini