Half a Man

Naked man on a bed

I knew I hurt him, I always did. He said I didn’t, said he understood, that it was okay. But then he’d lose himself in the nothingness, looking miserable. That vacant stare made me want to smack myself. I should stay away, cut him loose—it would be more fair to him.

Something always made me take him back, though. He was young and alive. His laugh would tease a smile out of me, but I had nothing left to give. My wish to live had vanished when they lowered Adam’s casket into the ground. I am half a man.


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