This is not an image. this is not a front.
Get up.
I don't think she realizes that I have nobody. and that the simple act of coming over for dinner means the world to me.
and when she calls sunday and says "oh hey... yeah i'll see you tomorrow. I'll call you when I'm done with the luncheon." and sunday comes and five o'clock rolls around and you know luncheons don't last that long... and then she calls and says "oh yeah. my friends came down from PA I'll call you when they leave." (because friends from even that far away would have told you they were coming so they wouldn't waste gas, time, and money...)
you know dinner isn't going to happen. and that's very disappointing. breathing in peace and exhaling sorrow will only do so much.
hope has no chance of survival at this point.
I don't think she realizes that I have nobody. and that the simple act of coming over for dinner means the world to me.
and when she calls sunday and says "oh hey... yeah i'll see you tomorrow. I'll call you when I'm done with the luncheon." and sunday comes and five o'clock rolls around and you know luncheons don't last that long... and then she calls and says "oh yeah. my friends came down from PA I'll call you when they leave." (because friends from even that far away would have told you they were coming so they wouldn't waste gas, time, and money...)
you know dinner isn't going to happen. and that's very disappointing. breathing in peace and exhaling sorrow will only do so much.
hope has no chance of survival at this point.