14.02.03

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.