i was gone for a week
since my great gram was
on her last breath
sure i was with family
but i still wanted your reassurance
that everything would be alright
although you called me every night
and said we were alright
i felt as if something was off
and your stories didn't add up
but my mom said i needed to have trust
in you and not base you off my last two
relationships
so i went against my gut, shut off the
voices in my mind to give you the benefit of
doubt
YOU ARE READING
with whiskey on our breath
Poetrybecause there's that one moment in life where you meet someone and wonder, "where the fuck have you been all my life?" this was - is our moment. © christine marie.
