“Promise me you won’t date anymore *******. You deserve the guy from the Notebook.”
And with this he stole a kiss
Their last kiss
And drove off with his signature smile on his face and The Cure blasting on his trucks stereo
A pile of dust
Rising
Swirling
Settling
Like ashes in the wind, she thought.

And that would be it

She found herself in their beds
The weeks following his death
Anger Management’s aggressive ***
The Nurse’s intuitive touch

****** just to breathe
Drunk just to cry
She knew he’d hate this side of her
But, three funerals in 6 months, that’s a lot of hurt
That’s a lot of good bye

And one night, she swore he was there
Looking for her
While she lay naked next to the nurse, who lay naked next to her
She knew he was just outside, worried, and trying to find her
She couldn’t let him see her this way
No please, no, not this way

‘Wake me up! Wake me up! Wake me up!’
She screamed until the Nurse finally did

And every light in the place was on

“Smoke a bowl and go back to sleep” prescribed the Nurse
And so she did