it was a friday, i watched out my window all through the night
my heart skipped every time i saw a shadowy figure walking down the street, but as soon as my eyes focused enough i could tell it wasn't you
you always snuck out on fridays, since your boobs grew past a c-cup you'd sneak out to go get drunk somewhere, anywhere
i never knew who you went with, i had never asked. i knew they didn't care about you. not once had anyone make sure you got home safe
the night always ended up with you coming home alone crying and lonely.
i think part of you liked being in unsafe waters. to you, uncertainty made the world seam like it was full of opportunities.
we were very different in that way, i wanted all the answers to life but you always seamed to know.
your reckless nights routinely ended in a phone call to me, each and every week like clockwork. i'd let my phone ring three times, before picking up.
you never asked anything of me, we would just talk till you fell to sleep and that was enough
i woke up at 3:34, as if every part of me ached for your drunken voice
you didn't call that night.
the silence like you was
incomprehensible
YOU ARE READING
Robin
Short Storyrobin, you had convinced me there was beauty in this world if you knew where to look. shown me how to find joy when there was nothing to be happy about. made me believe i don't have to live for anything other than myself and that that's enough. but...
