Good Riddance

                     Good riddance to the Republican rape apologists
                                   — Margaret Atwood

       So this is how that feels.
You not coming back around.
Me not leaving your side of the bed vacant long.

       So this is what that is like.
You not keeping track of my day.
Me not having to say nice things about you anymore.

       So this is why we can relax.
You not remembering to live for me.
Me not wishing you more dead than you are.

       So this is it then.
You no longer dreaming it was ever love.
Me no longer forcing a smile.





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