You told me you had your SLAM poetry presentation is tomorrow. You said you were nervous. I asked you to read it to me. You call me. I patiently wait. You stall. You keep saying you're nervous. I say it's okay, just breathe an read slowly. You say okay. You stall more. You tell me you've already read it to Alex and Jessie. You tell me you don't want to read it again.
"Oh."
I say don't read it then, it's not like me hearing it will make a difference. (I had begged him to read it to me, because SLAM poetry reveals things otherwise unseen). You reluctantly read it. But it wasn't the same.
YOU ARE READING
"Oh."
Romance"Oh." A single word filed with disappointment The journal tracking my progress of getting over you.
