Last train home. Knowing they don’t have to come home tonight. And they won’t. After all, that was part of the deal. You were meticulous and it still happened.

Take away meal for two with a bottle of whiskey in a fancy box. She says it’s for her new boyfriend. He’s cheating on his long term girlfriend. When they talk they do smile, though. You know that.

The sand timer is up. What will you do now. Will it matter. When you are still waiting. You know you long for when everything is broken. Dawn coming in through the branches.

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