This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)

36 - She Tells Me

'No, you can't just

come back here and

demand, with your 

attitude and demeanor,

that you have the right things

to say after all this time.

Because where were those words

when I needed them'- 

Are the kinds of things

she tells me when I 

stand outside her dark, brown door.

'Where were those words'

is such a genuine question.

I wish she'd be more vulnerable,

making it a case of 

'I'm hurt' 

rather than

'You're a jerk',

but there's nothing

I can do these days,

other than see the fallen angels

clam up their groins,

bleeding out on the hardwood floor

because for the first time

since last year,

she finally gets to cry again

and not feel absolutely sick of it.