self-imposed echo chamber

 it has been a year and a half since the end of us. it still feels weird to hear your name and I am always inclined to ask people if they know you from high school. but I dont.  I talked about your sister last night at my boyfriends work party. I was tipsy so I probably was not being very kind. The poor girl that was listening to me was not prepared for all of that. whatever. I think about you less often than I used to, which is good. when I do think about you, though, it is such an odd feeling. the sadness is there but it isn't. I have phantom limb but with emotions. the shadow of my sadness is there. I hope your sadness is only a shadow too. 

"it could always be worse" rolls over my tongue and tastes bitter in the mouth who knew it was a curse? here is my final act! sitting in the still dark my premonitions swirl peace but an artifact  frivoloty compounds  it transforms to a beast misguided resentment never lost, never found