I have a cyst of grief in my chest wall. It grows every day, accumulating all the losses I’ve had, it doesn’t shrink with any win. Sometimes it swells so much I can barely take a breath in. It calms down on the days I am in love, but those days are always cut short. I don’t understand, maybe there’s is something inherently wrong with me that nothing lasts. Maybe there’s a lesson there I don’t have the skills to learn. Maybe this world isn’t meant for me. Yet I continue living.

















