The morning was early, alcohol still steeping slowly in my blood, when she packed up her bags. By the time I awoke again, she was gone. The apartment was quiet, the rain relentless. How lonely freedom feels, when it arrives on your doorstep uninvited. When you are left behind and nothing is the same anymore. The day became a steady stream of visitors, instead, to fill the void, to chase off the storm. For a minute, as we laid tangled on the couch, it snowed. That'll never last.
Later, wine bottles amassed and eyes grew hazy. Ears ringing, the silence made her quiver, we had no answers. Advice tossed around like question marks, not sure we'd know the target if we hit it. Castles build themselves in the sky.
I spend my days looking for ladders.
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