You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you?

You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each other's arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise.

You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You quote Neruda. You cancel your Facebook. You give her the passwords to all your e-mail accounts. Because you know in your lying cheater’s heart that sometimes a start is all we ever get.

You eventually erase her contact info from your phone but not the pictures you took of her in bed while she was naked and asleep, never those.

Sadness at being caught, at the incontrovertibe knowledge that she will never forgive you.

Our relationship wasn't the sun, the moon, the stars, but it wasn't bullshit, either.

It's exactly at these moments, when all hope has vanished, that prayer has dominion.