H O W T O D E A L W I T H S O M E O N E L E AV I N G — H O W T O M O V E O N
Well—you will wake up to them everywhere, and yet they will not be there anymore. They are gone and you are here, alone with yourself again. But this is what you do. You brush them out of your hair. You wash them off of your skin. You cough their name out of your lungs, sweep the ash of their goodbye outside of the home that is your body.
Let the wind blow them away. Close the door softly and cry. Wildly, like you are a storm, and remember—though the rain and the sadness may seem like terrible things right now, they are always cleaning you. They are always cleaning you.
