The weather was gray and storming, completely matching my face.
I had lost something I had been holding on to.
Well, more clinging to than holding on.
Deserving nothing more than a repeated email.
Copy, paste, send.
I felt like an idiot for not letting go the first time.
My bike got a flat tire, over a mile from home.
My face collided with a sign, nearly breaking my nose.
Frustrated, hopless, fucking angry.
When it rains, it really does pour.
Good thing it masks your crying.
I keep telling myself to let go, let go.
It is always followed by, we will never know, never ever know.