Nonsense

Maybe this is what living looks and feels like.

An absence of clusterfuck.

Pretend he’s coming back to explain how it was all a misunderstanding and that yes, he believes I love him.

The disbelief no longer hurts.

People don’t really come back and all those steps are never linear.

You will learn to let go, remain on stage and perform alone.

Pretend he’s in the audience loving you in return.

Keep the lights off.