I Don’t Have a Name For This Emotion

What am I supposed to do with it if I don’t know what it is?

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I sat on my patio in the desert heat last night after he left. I didn’t cry. My heart didn’t pound with anger. I just sat there with the truth. He’s gone.

Moments before, we were sitting on the couch. My legs draped over his like they always are. Like they did when he first…