Wednesday, September 05, 2007
9/5 - His shirt was wet. I didn't have to check the computer, I knew instantly. Why do I even care? It was so wet, as if it had no time to dry yet, which means it was very recently. Why couldn't he wait for me? This question plagues me, it will always plague me.
He worked lunch shift today, lunch shift yesterday, dinner shift tomorrow, then not again until Saturday, Sunday off. No desire to do anything else.
I held the neighbors baby today. So sweet and innocent. Longing.
He left to go to his Mother's. It's her Birthday today. I was quiet, I have been quiet since I found the shirt. What do I say anymore. Nothing and nothingness.
The tide is turning.
He worked lunch shift today, lunch shift yesterday, dinner shift tomorrow, then not again until Saturday, Sunday off. No desire to do anything else.
I held the neighbors baby today. So sweet and innocent. Longing.
He left to go to his Mother's. It's her Birthday today. I was quiet, I have been quiet since I found the shirt. What do I say anymore. Nothing and nothingness.
The tide is turning.
