I thought my heart would never repair itself. I honestly believed it would stop beating all together.
You were my compass. Suddenly, I lost my direction. I wandered aimlessly. I lost your scent and scattered about seeking the stale breadcrumbs you used to feed me. No more tears shed and I suppose they would taste salty as they fell upon my lips.
It came- just as the day you came and went, a feeling of relief. The chain that shackled me to you unlinked.
You no longer occupy my thoughts. You no longer visit my dreams. Your opinion of me x 3 doesn’t hold value. Your approval isn’t valid. The expectations I could never meet; not white enough, not tall enough, not smart enough…I know many awarded Ph.D.s stupider than a box of rocks.
I am more than you will ever know.
Her mourning coffee 