glossy haze dulled

I sang you a few notes and was met with a pity applause.

I’m hoping this isn’t just a downswing phase. I’m hoping the night after Thanksgiving was the beginning of the end of this.

I meant what I said when I said I wanted to keep you in my life. I just feel like the embarrassing capacity I wanted for your place in my life has changed.

Usually when I felt a crush fizzling out and falling flat, I panic—what is there for me to cling to now? What is left to focus on?

Today, I welcome the space on the other side of the door.

I just hope it’s not a mirage.