Shitty— But Comfortable

I’m meeting new people

Introducing him

Feeling as if I

Finally did it

I either killed her

Or I grew out of it

Either way I am a man

Unaccompanied, now

And I feel more on my own

Than I did with the

Man in my closet

Making me laugh and feel

Shitty, but comfortable.

I am him now and I can’t help but

Miss her warmth and sense of humor

He is no longer hiding and feels

More than a bit nervous

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