I used the last of my Diesel today.
A birthday gift from you, two years ago.
When we were happy…
I dropped the bottle in the recycling and wept bitter scolding tears, that burned my face in the December cold.
A simple task, so painfully hard to do, as if I were somehow throwing one more broken piece of myself, of what was you and I, away.
Nowhere near as easily as you let me go.