Today I see the Butcher for the last time before he moves to Arizona.
I don’t really know what to say about it. I feel a sharp empty sliver in my chest. I feel alone in a way that makes me kind of dizzy.
I’m old enough to know all will be well. This is the feeling of driving to college for the first time, of moving to a new city. There is something on the other side. Good things on the other side.
But this part still feels perilous.