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I poured myself a drink last night.
I never like to drink alone.
Rum for my broken soul
I hate text messages
They are convenient
but still.......
I have been waiting to see your face for 8 hours
I pushed myself to come home
To emptiness
Because you are still not here
You have decided that you will be working late again
The hunt for an excusable alibi is like a game to you
Maybe you'll be going to the gym afterwards too?
Anything to keep you away
Everyday you become more of a mystery
I saw her name in your phone
The letters slid across the screen as if it were in slow motion
They taunted me
Enchanted me
Asked me to call you for myself
And confirm what he will eventually deny
But how could he?
I feel as if I know you
Practically speaking
And if I am honest
In my jealousy
I hate you
For stealing something that I had thought was so secure
And I hate him for loosening up the grip
I wonder if he enjoys this?
His voice never quivers
He speaks to me as if he is innocent
But I know better
I can sense the change in his gaze
The disinterest in my thoughts
The lightness in his former heavy touch
I stare into the soul of a man, who belongs to someone else
And here we are again,
I take one sip of my drink
You ask me what is wrong,
And I reply.......
Nothing.
