Another time, another ex. Catching sight of him through the window of a pizzeria. Too busy with his phone to notice as I stood staring in, swept back to the years of passion and grief. The lost years, as I had come bitterly to lament them. Staring in, not caring that I’d attracted the curiosity of several diners, I want to know, why don’t I feel more. I want to know how, where once was everything, nothing could be.
