He took you
to meet his family.
He runs with you
on Sunday mornings.
He drives you around the city
in a car that, though he pays the bills,
still carries my name.
All these things
he once did with me.
He is suffering, darling.
I left.
I carved a hole,
a void in his life.
And desperate,
he found you.
Same body type,
same skin,
same hair.
The difference is—
you are older.
And they say older women
don’t have patience
for younger boys.
I hope
he doesn’t give you
too much trouble.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
He took you
to meet his family.
He runs with you
on Sunday mornings.
He drives you around the city
in a car that, though he pays the bills,
still carries my name.
All these things
he once did with me.
He is suffering, darling.
I left.
I carved a hole,
a void in his life.
And desperate,
he found you.
Same body type,
same skin,
same hair.
The difference is—
you are older.
And they say older women
don’t have patience
for younger boys.
I hope
he doesn’t give you
too much trouble.
