By Chris Munroe
Well since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell.
I had to. She kept the house.
And the kids.
I see them every other weekend, but in between it’s just me, alone in the hotel I’m staying in until I find an apartment.
I should be looking for an apartment, but I feel like doing that makes it somehow more permanent.
This is permanent.
It’s my own fault, I know. One lapse in judgment and my life came tumbling down. I have nobody to blame but myself, but sometimes…
…I get so lonely I could die.
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