Fool Me Twice

by Carrie Aarons

You think you’re prepared for it … the death of someone you love. But you can’t know. You can’t know the kind of dagger, the dull kind inserted slowly into the muscle that the world views as the symbol of love. It rips apart every piece of flesh, every nerve, every vessel, every synapse.

I’m in love with him, plain and simple. There is nothing else I want more now than to apologize, to grovel,

I’ll never find someone I love as much as him. I don’t want to find someone.