When the door slammed in my face it is as if it went through me. Knocked me to my senses. I almost stumbled. I waited at the bus stop and worried that it would take too long. I worried that something would pull me back.
The bus came in 8 minutes, but it felt like less. I got a seat, and looked out the window. When I first caught my reflection I was surprised that I was smiling. I may have been laughing at it all. I may have been thinking of what is to come. I may have been floating with all the weight I had left behind.
I drank too much. I paid too little. I remembered who made me feel good. I forgot what made me feel awful. The walk from the bar was where I faultered, but I bet you were surprised you couldn't break me down this time. I made some good choices last night. I know I could have made worse ones, in many ways.
This is how it is meant to be, and I'm breathing well.
