Joni Mitchell's Shine was playing in my computer room as me and Rosa sat in my den and discussed "things". I've known this has been coming for awhile so was not surprised.
"Let's spend some time apart," Rosa told me sounding so cliched as we drank our coffee.
I watched longingly as she got in her car and left -- an empty coffee mug the only thing betraying her presence. It was as if a vast gaping hole opened up in my heart. I knew this was coming, though. I am just too limited because of my station in life. Mental illness. No money to hardly do anything. I don't blame her for spreading her wings and soaring to greener pastures. She has a car now. A part time job. She will soon have a new apartment. I guess there was just no place to put the relic of a boyfriend that was me.