It’s slow at first.
Quiet and shy.
I’m tired.
She says.
All of the time.
Well, that’s normal.
I say.
Get to bed earlier.
Sleep in on the weekends.
No.
She says.
Definitive.
Absolute.
You don’t understand.
I should’ve known.
I shouldn’t’ve come.
She stands.
She turns to the door.
Wait.
I say.
Tell me.
No.
She says.
I have to go.
Why?
Because.
I’m tired.
She turns again.
Where are you going?
I ask.
She walks to the door.
To sleep.
She says.
When will you be back?
I ask.
I don’t know.
She says.
She doesn’t look at me,
As she leaves.
She melts into the grey,
Beyond the hill.
She vanishes,
Forever.
Never to be seen again.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
It’s slow at first.
Quiet and shy.
I’m tired.
She says.
All of the time.
Well, that’s normal.
I say.
Get to bed earlier.
Sleep in on the weekends.
No.
She says.
Definitive.
Absolute.
You don’t understand.
I should’ve known.
I shouldn’t’ve come.
She stands.
She turns to the door.
Wait.
I say.
Tell me.
No.
She says.
I have to go.
Why?
Because.
I’m tired.
She turns again.
Where are you going?
I ask.
She walks to the door.
To sleep.
She says.
When will you be back?
I ask.
I don’t know.
She says.
She doesn’t look at me,
As she leaves.
She melts into the grey,
Beyond the hill.
She vanishes,
Forever.
Never to be seen again.
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