So it's been about a week, Since I've had this pain in my teeth. Pills and potions I did try, but it still makes me yelp and want to cry. There is a soaring pain that does spread to the entire right side of my head. I lie in bed and wonder how to get rid of all this throbbing now. Now this is the point where I digress, and this becomes about you, more and about toothache, less. So hear me out when I say you resemble toothache in more than one way. You came ininvited, a sunday afternoon and felt like scintilating ice cream on a silver spoon. And it's a fact that ice creams and people like yourself do not have a lot of life on the shelf. You not only invite overwhelming guilt, but like toothache, you fuckinh hurt, to the hilt. I was sort of hoping you would go away on your own and I wouldn't have to try all remedies I'd known. From switching off blue-ticks to swiping right, to deleting your contact, for call I might. Those were the Betadines and Listerines I used But you and the pain both stayed infused. Then I went to a dentist and cried for respite and realized you both weren't ready to leave despite. I'd stopped writing about the sense of loss for that was my idea of dental floss. I thought that'd ease and help let go and would not let it spread and grow. But you see sadness and toothache are masters of their own, and both stay till they will and don't leave when the door is shown. And now I am better, with stronger teeth and gum and there's no troubleshooting with those little pegs of rum. Now I am on the other side of heartbreak, but you, you still remind me of that goddamned toothache.