A Tough Week

My girlfriend left this week.

Just as I left my job

I’m single and unemployed

this should be the part

where I break,

where the weight folds me in half.

But here I am

not smiling, not crying,

just standing still

with this strange, calm.

Something’s shifting.

I can’t see it yet,

but I can feel the next step

pressing softly beneath my feet

like the ground itself

is trying to whisper,

“Go on.”

And for now,

that’s good enough for me.