I needed a +1 for life.
Not a Lebanon.
But a Sweden.
I just wanted your No Uncertain Terms to be Certain enough.
You just wanted me to believe your lies long enough so I couldn’t focus on your real moves.
I didn’t want the demons of your trauma to follow you towards me.
I didn’t want your curled-lip cruelty.
We were both on a flight to destination Sadness.
I realized too late that I had bought a one-way ticket.
You’ll never know what a heart of a widow is like.
But now it’s easy to forget you with every post my new beloved makes.
Every newsfeed I subscribed to has washed you away.