Love Isn’t Rent
“Twelve years I’ve been here.
She’s never missed one that I know of.
Not Christmas, not ice storms.
She came the Sunday after her own gallbladder, and I told her she was a fool.”
I made it to the parking lot before it hit me, and then I sat in the car with both hands on the wheel for a while.
Here is what I had built my entire recovery on.