After four years it was over. A relationship stamped by comfort and warmth kicked to the curb, leaving nothing but a trampled ego and, yes, some reservations. Despite having cold feet, he knew it was the right thing to do. It had to be done. It may not have felt right, or sounded right, or even looked right—sitting on the side of the road amongst garbage—but it smelled right. If not right, at least better. Those moccasins were never meant to be worn outside. Now he knows better.
Acknowledgements: Everyone I sit near at work, lady on bus who sat down next to me, then promptly stood up and found a new seat.
