This Thing Between Us

by Gus Moreno

When you died I mourned you, but also the version of myself I was with you. So there were two deaths.

Or the time I wondered out loud if it wasn’t our duty as smart people to have children to offset the mouth breathers churning out kids every year, and you floated the idea of getting divorced so I could take on this noble cause unimpeded, because you didn’t feel like lugging a living thing in your womb just to have to care for it once it was out.