Goodbye San Francisco Bay
Is it worthwhile to even try to defend my character against slander?
Or should I simply allow her shame to dictate the conditions of my severance, saying my goodbyes to the bay with self-respect and whatever remnants of grace? Realistically, if I can salvage one friendship from this, I don't feel I need much else from this period of my life.
To her, I represent a harsh truth, a memory of behavior bound to a place.
To them, I represent 6 shades of unknown; the quiet and dark outside where trust does not venture.
Every loss is a shake awake,
Every breakdown an opening.