Mmhm
You said you were leaving for work and he had mono and hadn't fallen asleep until an hour before so try and be quiet, don't wake him. I was mad because I was tired and felt like being annoyed and because I didn't want to get sick, this place or my head, one of them or both, is full enough of distortions as it is. I made a voiceless "ughhh" that you ignored except for a slight frown that pulled your eyebrows in and a sharp glint in your voice when you said, "Have a good day." But I think that was all after you had already turned the lock with your key and run downstairs to catch the car for work, because I remember I didn't realize you'd even walked out the door until I heard the lock click into place from the outside. And I looked to see if he was really there or a late night figment and he was, sleeping, but maybe not really, just pretending. I turned back toward the t.v. in my makeshift bed and closed my eyes. Two hours later I opened them and he was gone, the bed covers tossed and the door unlocked. Brain schemes teasing reality.
It's silly to be concerned with things that are already done.
I wish the days would warm up. It's summer, but the gloom hangs hard by, courting June perhaps out of habit, a kind of ritual absent of love maintained for the sake of tradition in a near rhyme. It isn't unfriendly, no, not at all; tiresome is the word that comes to mind.
It's silly to be concerned with things that are already done.
I wish the days would warm up. It's summer, but the gloom hangs hard by, courting June perhaps out of habit, a kind of ritual absent of love maintained for the sake of tradition in a near rhyme. It isn't unfriendly, no, not at all; tiresome is the word that comes to mind.