Eighths

Did it catch you yet? She says over the ether. It's hit me now, so I thought maybe you, too. I drag my leaden limbs into the living room. Forget the coffee until it is cold. My voice is raspy; it sounds old. You'd be tired of this broken record if you weren't so exhausted overall.

The story came out unexpectedly, but you'd been waiting for ages, so it didn't need explaining. He thought you'd be upset, or disappointed perhaps, I know how you feel about these things, but somehow he's got it all wrong. In the darkest unending night, a sliver of light so bright you smiled the whole way home. It isn't relative to anything else. There is Good, yet.

Take it for what it is worth.