And what then? She asks me,
But I think she suspects
That it falls on deaf ears.
But I am silent, to reflect.

And so she asks again.
“And what then?
What will you do when there is nothing else to lose?
What will you do when you push away every single person who loves you?”
I down the last of my drink and get up to leave before sternly asserting the only thing that I know is true anymore.
“I’ll finish the job.”
I close the door and leave.