Meeting him
Was like meeting myself
Except
He was better
He was nicer than I am
His energy was gentle
While they say mine is
Troubled
He was making her dinner
While I
Made sure our dogs didn’t fight
Which they ended up
Doing anyways
He cooked ‘veggie slop’
And it turned out to be
Fucking delicous
I related to him
In so many ways
It was
Unsettling
When she would say something out of pocket
Or hilarious
Him and I
Would laugh
At the same time
In the same type of way
It eats the soul
These choices
That I’ve been choosing lately
They eat it
And somehow
Something new
feels
Like it is
Being born
A new soul
It’s needed
To survive this
It just needs
Some time
To stew
To grow
To develop
But
Until then
It’s razor blades in this house.
-C.H.
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