My therapist told me it’s okay to feel.
So, one night in as I crawled under the covers
I began to cry.
Cried about how lonely I’d be,
being alone.
Cried about not having anyone to snuggle with.
Cried at the thought of
no companion,
no lover,
and no equal in my life.
Suddenly,
I began to laugh.
Almost out loud,
realizing,
these things are not in my life now.
