someone asked me about you today

Someone asked me about you today.  “How’s so-and-so?”

How to go about explaining that you are no longer mine.  Maybe you never really were.  I think you left long before you actually left, but that’s beside the point.

Someone asked me about you today, and it broke my heart.  I had ALMOST forgotten about you.  Almost swept up every last morsel of your memory…and then I heard your name.   I heard your name and all of those memories came flooding back.

Someone asked me about you today, and I wanted to go back…to a time when it felt like someone cared…no matter what went wrong, you cared…and that made me want to keep going.   To keep going for you.  To keep going so that I could keep being with you.

Someone asked me about you today, and I thought about how I used to worry about how broken hearted you would be if/when I died.   Now I realize that I don’t have to worry about that anymore…you probably won’t even find out I’m gone until well after the fact, if you even find out at all…

Someone asked me about you today, and I realized, for the first time, how liberating yet unquestionably tragic it feels to know that I will die and no one will miss me.