Done

I thought I was done with this.
I thought I was done with feeling like this.
but it seems the feeling is not.

I shall have to rearrange the
bloody bookshelves.
Again.

 

I really was rearranging the bookshelves, thinking these words, trying to distract myself from the exquisite sadness of the final breaking of love and marriage.

 

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