Tuesday, May 22, 2012

necessity is a mother




They became each other's excuse.

She will fight to the bitter end and the end will be bitter because of all the fighting.

Nobody should tell him he seems less happy now. He's less happy now because he realized it.

The day she couldn't find help she invented some.

He called because he was lonely.

She answered because she needed something but not that.

The cure for alone had not been invented yet, just pills for the symptoms she thought.

He laughed.

She warned.

There could have been a threat.

Maybe it was.

The conversation ended neither too soon or too late.

Perfectly timed for her to realize what she had just said.

The conclusion. She was not her biggest fan.






Today I am grateful for time and consideration.


2 comments:

Chantel said...

"The cure for alone had not been invented yet, just pills for the symptoms she thought."

*sigh*

xo

Shea Goff said...

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(I seriously am almost too scared to link to him)