Listening to her talk is like taking medicine. Because soon I forget about the day behind. And all I’m thinking about is the night ahead. Me and her and the sound of this dog down the hall barking and whimpering for its owner. For a little love of its own. Over time the sadness in its yelp has become our song.
Head on a pillow and clothes on the floor I sweat and shiver, something is wrong. I want someone to call, to come save me, but the woman who used to won’t and the one that will is too far away. This is my future, drool going cold on the sheets, muscles stiffening. I pass out hoping I wake up. I need to make things right.
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