Divorce
I stopped explaining.
Stopped folding notes into doves.
Lit matches—
not out of anger,
just to see what would burn
and what would follow.
Held the line.
Held it higher.
Watched him trip
and told myself
that’s not my fault.
I sleep well.
I eat better.
I say no without flinching.
But lately
when someone walks away,
they look at me
like I’m the story
they’ll tell
about good people
gone wrong.
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