She was the last thing on my mind for so long. I had so much work to do, so many appointments, hands to shake, butts to kiss, ladders to climb. And she was so loving, so understanding, so kind, I tended to ignore her, to assume she would always be there for me.
And then she wasn't.
And the realisation of what I had lost made everything else meaningless. I drank, I stopped caring, I gave up.
And then I rolled my sedan on the interstate, drunk and high, crushing myself fatally.
She was the last thing on my mind.
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