Today is a portal day—
a day to close cycles,
to remember,
to say enough.

And who messages me?
You.
Like confirmation
from the universe.

I saw the photos online—
you with her,
traveling,
smiling.

But always behind sunglasses,
so no one notices
how bored you are.

My sister says
she’s just a filler,
a stand-in.
There’s no glow in your eyes.

All that’s left
is to laugh at the scene,
because deep down,
it feels almost comical.

So I wish you happiness—
though my heart is stormy,
angry, torn.

If I wish you harm,
I create bad karma.
So—
many felicities.