The Scene Is At The Diner— 12.09.2020
Toronto, ON




The Scene Is At The Diner


The scene is at the diner. Maybe what haunts me is assuming that when you come back to me it’s because you’re in a bad place in your head. I know what that says about me. You don’t remember me soft now but I don’t blame you. I disengage to escape reality. I was so certain about the way this would look and feel earlier. But now I’m not so sure. You must really be done with me. But even that, I’m not so sure. When I let you go last time you came back to me. But even that, I’m not so sure. I can’t have this published. You’ll kill me. If not by words then the lack of. You’ll kill me. It kills me. The scene is at the diner. I’ll take my questions to go. 
How are you anyway?