The Dodged Bullet
I’ve always been careful to avoid the cliche of ‘dodging a bullet.’ However, as I became sicker in bed I noticed your bullet getting closer to my heart. And in the final hour, I moved positions, the bullet going straight through my linens. So here is what I have to say to you: Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for showing me that I have nothing to feel anymore. You were a misconception, someone I imagined you to be. You were never mine and I was never yours. And as I smell the gunpowder from the bullet, I can only grin at the future I have ahead now that I know I can leave you fully behind.