Tears. The tears come easily today. They hang about my face. I drive around Baltimore with them. I drive and they fall and fall. The sunglasses I wear to try and disguise my anguish do nothing.
How silly. How feeble.
And my head pounds. It won't stop pounding. An incessant thud. A twenty four hour pain.
She asks if I want Her to carry out all the tasks we've lined up for the day. Canceling a gym membership. Retrieving a scale and towel hook to return to Ikea. Running to the drug store.
And I say yes.
Yes, yes. Let me sob in the car alone. Let the sorrow take hold of me by myself. Let me crack and tear as one.
She tells me a text I sent the other day reappeared on Her phone this morning.
It read: this has been one crazy week.