Grief Loves A Driveway
"You were his girl. Now she's his girl."
Were. Were. Were.
"You ... are not....his girl."
I was. Was. Was.
Was.
"Now, you're not! She is. She is. SHE. IS."
She is...
Wow. I can't wait for these intrusions to STFU and GTFO. One pang is grief. The repeating is just an unnecessary gavel in the court. For something that doesn't need a trial or argument. Just. Stop.
I hate this part. Why must grief love a driveway so much?