New Year's Eve,
two breakups,
four deaths,
all within five months
and the depression
had taken a firm hold.
I sat hunched over
a computer spending
virtual time
at a virtual party
with strangers online
and he messaged me.
An ex of an ex,
is that how it goes?
he said he was sorry
for being rude before
and that he was upset
that she had taken me
to the same place she
had taken him on their first
date.
I told him I was sorry
for being rude
and that she had left me
because
"she didn't want the
responsibility of a relationship
anymore"
and he said that's what
she had told him
when she broke up with him
and we both shared a bittersweet
laugh
and parted ways,
a little less fractured than before.