leaning against the fridge

against the book,

reading it from page to page

watching while the rain falls

you never came back

never drove back to the house

dark that night

lit up by the moon

wound by a rare, glowing ring

i know you’ve already forgotten

everything making me sad

reading through pages of writing

until you found the one that gave me away

sitting in a sad play then, which was so intense

sitting in a sad play now, acting like i’m somewhat alive

messing up my lines every time

everytime i get to the top of the stairs

i have to stand there a second and try not to cry

but i always do

eventually