“What the hell are you talking about?”
And I was talking about it.
And you didn’t listen.
You always do, but not now.
And I wished it had ended the hour before, right when you insisted on going to the park.
But it was late.
And I was tired.
And the talking continued.
And the voice in my head kept calling that person I didn’t know anymore.
But you where there.
And I decided it was worth trying.
It was easier swallowing my pride, than grilling my heart.