Walk away.

A chance meeting in a familiar supermarket.
I’m angry, shouting so loud that anyone might hear.
Disapproving glares slide toward me.
I feel a fool, I stop for a moment and try to justify myself.
Something that was mine has been taken, something to which I was entitled.
But that’s a lie. She was never mine, I’ve always known that.

I had to walk away.

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