Today most likely marks the golden anniversary of a "prophetic" fulfillment. A repudiation that signaled and sealed my emotional doom. I am dour I know. For what is the golden anniversary of your unbroken relationship has cast me forever into total oblivion. It still hurts and wildly to this day. It is an albatross I will never shake until I am brain dead. Your joy is at my sorrow. It can't be helped. It just is. You have no wrong whatsoever. Again, it just is. I am the collateral damage. There is no sin. There is no escape short of complete memory loss or physical death. Again,..
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| Courtesy of ChatGPT It was the darkest day of my life. The rest is just fallout. |
Should I detail the exact events of that day? Doing so will only get me into a deep funk. I’d only be rubbing salt into the wound, still fresh five decades past . I know what happened, even though you, the reader, don’t. Believe me, the sky came crashing down, and I am still buried alive. The golden day for her was my coffin. The joy she remembers, spelled my being forgotten - forever. Maybe one day, I’ll describe what exactly it was that transpired, but for now I can only speak of the unavoidable pain. The consequence that kills, that dashes, and can’t see you. It is what it is.
-FIN-
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