I sat there alone

in a room full of people

deleting pieces of my history

one by one, message after message

each one representing a piece of something more

a pice of something that could have been

a piece of something that will no longer be


and as I sat there

I realized

the world doesn’t stop for me

and I don’t stop for the world

so I deleted the last message

took a sip of my drink

and joined the party that surrounded me


that tomorrow

is another day