Sunday, April 1, 2012

Me Remplacement

I walked into the kitchen, glanced at the dining table, and then did a double take. I was stunned. The fourth person used to be me last year. I had been re-placed. Replaced. Two-syllables with a lot of bite.

And someone how, I found, despite the sting, I did not care, not as much as the fact that you never fought for what I would have fought for. But then again, you don't know you're losing me do you?  One day you'll either find me gone or a complete stranger. Or maybe, if you're lucky - both. 

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