Just another day

I am sitting here in my car waiting on my coworker to show and open the gate and I am crying like a fool. Crying about a life lost and a uncertain future. Every day for the last year I’ve cried. It’s a wonder I’m not dried up like a prune.

For years I told myself this wouldn’t happen again and here I am yet again knowing I did everything right this time all the while my looks feel apart and my health went to shit. Now banished to the land of misfit toys.