By Jane Rain
Date: 2017 Mar 21
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Reality (un)Check

I foolishly keep expecting him
to walk through the door.
It's easy to forget
when this isn't supposed to be my life.
Surrounded by his stuff,
our stuff...
It's enough to drive me mad.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
Woulda, coulda, shoulda, didn't
know any better.
I'm always the one left out
in the cold dark.
We had it all
so what went wrong?
The long haul is shorter than I thought.