Tuesday nights might be a bit lonely from this point on. I won't have you to sit with me on the porch until the wee hours of the morning, watching the rain and the people passing by. You'll be absent the next time my heart breaks, or the next time my heart loves. I won't call on you when my grandpa dies in the next two years after fighting a disease that you very well could give me. You'll be missing from my hand the next time I sit at the table with my mother and grandmother, as we discuss how much we hate republicans and the religious right. I won't light you up if the Tigers our Cubs when the World Series, or the Redwings win the Stanley Cup. You'll be missing from the breaks of my day, my moments of stress, and my moments of bliss. You won't be the first thing I see in the morning or the last thing I see at night. It's just time for us to part, and for the first time in my life...i'm ok.
I will be a better person without you in my life. I will be free. I will be healthy. I will be complete.
Goodbye Marlboro Man, my dear friend.
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3 comments:
Good for you! You don't need him or his shit! ;)
you sound like a patti labelle song. just kidding!
Yeah!! Way to put the man out of his misery(no pun intended)
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