embracing the non-entity that i am

an old

girlfriend,

that i never loved

for a variety of reasons,

told me once

that

i was a non-entity, that her

and her

friends

had agreed upon

this

summation of who i am

over

wine

and cheese

in her penthouse condo

in Arlington.

i had to google exactly

what that meant.

a non-entity.

i read

the definition out loud

to myself.

a person with no special

or interesting

qualities,

an unimportant person

or thing.

gee whiz,

was that really me?

it left a bruise for a second

or two,

but somehow

i recovered

and healed from that 

devastating sting.