Fucked. Another night, day, morning, evening. It passed 24 hours, what did it do? Hours are a mess particularly the ones without memory. Remember the time when you woke up? I looked at you and you rolled to the opposite side of the bed, eyes shut harder (faster) than they did five hours earlier. Then we woke up...excited but dragging on a dawn that broke hard like frozen eggs on a hot skillet. The chips of shell broke in the yolk of what was supposed to be a perfect pair of poached eggs. Cooked but not fully, lovely, late, runny. Gotta go...Honey?
wynnifred:
love it
heartbaker:
Thanks for the advice.