Absquatulated

I don’t remember the date or month we last. Yes, life is divided into two parts – before you and after you, turbulent and peaceful, demanding and relaxed, gaslighting and left alone.

This alone-ness is so all-encompassing, that I’ve never felt a need t0 look back.

I truly don’t remember when you absquatulated. I’d rather let the authorities do their job, and never inform me about your whereabouts.

I’m in a zone of peace – where I’d like to remain for whatever period I’m ordained to live.

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Weekend Writing Prompt #334