I have leftover pain.
Like the leftovers lying cold in the fridge.
Like a puddle after a thunderstorm.
Like a single penny from a ship of riches.
It used to engulf me.
Every minute of every hour.
It felt like the seas were closing in on me.
I couldn’t breathe.
The final jolts of a dying body.
The final claps of a standing ovation.
Like the last man standing of a whole entire nation.
It used to feel like the whole of humanity
Was crying along with me.