Well, I'm a human male with access to the internet.
“Good morning”
I remember when I used to wake up to the sun. I remember when mornings used to be beautiful. Now, they only fill my eyes with darkness.
“Where are you?”
“Right here.”
“I don’t see- oh. Hi.”
Your cold hand touches mine. A feeling of nervous apprehension is somehow being conveyed to me through your touch. Are you ashamed?
“So, what happens now?”
You ask with such suspicion.
“I don’t know. This is new to me.”
Why won’t you leave? Why do you continue to haunt my days and dwell in my dreams?
“I guess I should leave.”
I guess you should.
“Do you want to stay for breakfast?”
“I really shouldn’t…
No, no you shouldn’t. It would be best for both of us if you left.
“No it’s fine. I’ll get it started.”
This routine is so familiar, so unfair.
The smell of vegetarian sausage and fried eggs comes together and, for a moment, makes this feel right. I want to be happy, but I will concede to mere contentedness.
“Wow, that smells good.”
“Sorry, what?”
I need to pay better attention. My thoughts keep on drifting when I should be focused on the present.
“…never listen to me!”
Oops.
So, as this cyclical game continues, my head is in the clouds. Your words…
“…you’d be NOTHING without ME!”
…mean nothing. Your actions…
“I’m LEAVING. I just can’t take…”
…mean nothing. You…
“…did you EVER love ME?”
…well, you meant something.
“Goodbye”
Goodbye.
