Thirty Eight Days

"thirty eight days

today i heard your voice for the first time
in thirty eight days
and every part of me wanted to be angry

but when you picked up the phone
you sounded so tired
like someone who hadn’t slept
in those nine hundred hours
and my only instinct was to respond
like someone who still loved you
even if it didn’t feel natural"

Anything to Not Be "Home"

"What the hell am I doing here?"

like a fucking child I asked her

could two people doomed in their ways 

fixed in opposing nature

do they have a chance

she said yes

but they must both try very very hard

it was six and I was waking up 

and she asked if I slept alright

and for a little while

I was happy and content

with something easy

Snug