"
The usual?"
Time to wake up,
it's 6:30am. We do so every day. Time to eat lunch,
it's 12:03pm. As we do this every day. Same routine. Same routine. Repeating.
You won't go away but I sometimes wish you would.
Can you hear me? It doesn't matter. You've heard it all before. It's just me at the door. I'm
always knocking. I can reach my hand over and he'll be there. I know that the liquor store down the street sells
my brand of cigarettes.
I just want to flee sometimes.
Drive and drive and never return. Never look back. The same thoughts. Even these.
There's a hole in my door that's been there for years.
There's
a hole in my heart that's been there for years.
There's a hole in the road that's been there for years.
But it's okay.
I can delete this later.