I drove for thirty minutes to get here, to this tranquil place after leaving that woman's apartment, somewhere I don't come all too often, yet today I felt like I needed to. I have a million conflicting emotions and thoughts that brought me here, and now I am. I'm too ashamed to stand before them. I stare at my parents' graves, laid side by side, yet no tears come as I expected them while driving here. I'm aching for them after the day I've had, feeling lost and like everything is spiraling out of control, and I don't have a grip on anything anymore.

I lay the bouquets I stopped...