Hammock

To end the question
to stop losing people
lamenting the past

I was stupid. She was stupid. We stopped communicating.
one of those deep drunken conversations
I sleep on the floor to make sure she’s okay
her secretiveness and my jealousy, her lies and my prying
is this how it ends?
just a fadeout?

 

-For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years