The Ex, the paint, and the penny Milkshake

"I was at a hardware store looking for a specific shade of white paint. Mark, my ex from like three years ago, was there, but he was with this woman wearing my old, ripped college hoodie. Her face was totally blurred, like a smudged photograph. I wasn't even jealous. I was just super focused on the fact that they were buying the wrong type of drywall screws. I felt this heavy, sinking sadness in my chest, like I'd forgotten to feed a pet I didn't own. Suddenly I'm sitting in a diner booth behind them. They're sharing a milkshake, but the glass is just filled with loose pennies and dirt. I'm trying to read a menu that's written in crayon. Mark turns around, makes eye contact, and slides a single, wet autumn leaf across the table to me. "You need this for the toll," he whispers. I woke up feeling totally hollow, just staring at the ceiling for like twenty minutes."