You get out of bed and turn on some music. The records that came in last night.
I hear water running. I see light.
I wait before I get up to join you. Do I join you? I feel completely alone. But you're there.
I find you on the floor in the kitchen. Smoking a cigarette.
We don't speak. You barely look at me.
I take a seat on the couch and say nothing.
The scene that runs through my head all day and all night.
I am in love. Not with you, but with the distance between us. The lack of connection. The awkward pain that seems to linger.
You feel further every day.
