Carlos, or Better
But now, I know Better.
Carlos wished me love, always, after expressing his need for freedom. I grieved tears but my heart still asked for Carlos, or Better.
When I felt detached, I received Carlos in abundance. On the couch, my bed, his son’s Spider-Man sheets.
When weeks went by without hearing from him, I received Better. Attention, affection, respect from a lover.
Better wanes, of course, from a fuzzy definition, threatening to tilt me back toward Carlos. But now, I know Better, and that’s all I ask for - to fill space with the love that Carlos wished for me.
Thank you, Carlos, for Better.
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