Day 1: Tugged, as if flesh was taken off of my chest.
Day 1: Unaware, as if you wanted to protect me until your very last minute.
Day 2: Shaken, as if I was running to you and making sure it did not happen.
Day 2: In denial, as if you were pulling a prank because that’s how you are.
On repeat: Trying to accept, as if I am sure of what’s next.
Four years ago, I broke your heart. Now you broke mine, until I see you again.