He is coming home in six days.
back from his real life.
far away from
this choking town
he had to get away from.
far away from
the family,
that never understood him.
far away from me,
the girl who,
just happened to be in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

he will come back
and everything will be like it was.
we will laugh again
and drink again
and reminisce of times long gone
again.
i will remember how much i loved him
and he will want a warm body to sleep next to
again.

this sad little cycle
is all we have left.
and he get's to leave
weeks from now,
with his hands clean
and the memory already fading
of this choking little town,
of the family that never understood,
and of that girl that
was just in the wrong place
at the wrong time.