Yesterday's prompt was to write about rejection. In recent years, I've been rejected for a number of things for a variety of reasons, but the one that stings most is, of course, from a break up. Basically, he chose her. I'm still bitter about it. Maybe writing this will help?
Weight
Naive
believing
in us against
the weight of years,
against the pull of the
time you spent with her.
You
had the
accumulative
habits and rituals
of a life that began
in your shared youth.
While
I held out
only comfort
and love without
guilt or belittlement,
without any expectation.
Only
I hoped
it would be
enough for us,
this small stone
for us to build upon.
I thought that in choosing,
you would choose me.
I didn’t calculate
the weight
of time
with
her.
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