November 28, 2012 by Wayne.
You called me Tuesday night.
I said, okay. That’s alright, I guess, but you were already checking your hair in the bedside mirror
You said I hope you understand, and by Wednesday night, you were gone.
It’s okay I guess. I don’t feel sad or angry or empty.
We walked through dolled-up short sentences, watched the lights scatter across the water. Then you said it’s probably best if you don’t call – and really, you were right.
I just thought I’d say this since it’s Tuesday night again.