TWENTY TWENTY-2
TWENTY TWENTY-2 This should be a sincere reminder to all that things fall apart. Not slowly. Not with warning. They just break. And nothing, Nothing, Breaks like a heart. 2:02am. I know the exact time because I was staring at my phone like it might ring. Like someone might call and tell me it was all a mistake. That she wasn’t really gone. That I hadn’t really lost everything in the same breath. That 2022 was just a bad dream and I could wake up now. Please. Please let me wake up. But I didn’t. I watched me die a million times that night. Not metaphorically, literally. I watched every version of who I thought I was collapse in real time. The son. The lover. The believer. The good one. All of them died at 2:02am, and I was still breathing. How the fuck was I still breathing? I wanted to cry. God, I wanted to cry. But all my tears had been used up on another loss, another heartbreak, another version of me that didn’t make it out. Despair made me plead like my life was on the ...
