twenty five
she deserved better
than my drunken calls
and texts
at three in the morning.
and loud knocking
on her front door
at dawn.
she deserved better
than my unfaithfulness;
she deserved better
than me.
YOU ARE READING
Memories of Aspen
Short Story"Because memories of Aspen were all I had left." *Spin-off to Forgetting Roman*
