It’s late.
I’ve been laying beside you listening to you breathe for what feels like hours. Yet I can’t get my mind to shut off. I can’t find sleep.
Instead my mind traces back to the last place I want to be.
Him.
Maybe it’s the time of year. Perhaps it’s how our dynamic is shaping itself. Whatever it is the memories are painful and unwelcome.
I wonder if it’s hard for him like it is me? With how easily he left I doubt it. He has his good friends alcohol and weed to help block anything unpleasant out anyways.
I had hoped the scene a few weeks ago would have finally allowed me to no longer sting over him. Yet here I am. At least it’s only a sting and no longer a  hemorrhage. At least it’s no longer from a spot of wishing he would come back.
Now I just wish to forget.