4am
She works late. She works later. She works latest.
It’s always work. It’s always friends. It’s always family.
I have to go here. I have to go there. I have to go everywhere.
It felt like a lie, but I trust her. It felt strange like last time. It’s another lie.
She’s at work. She’s at the store? She’s in someone’s car?
That’s a coworker. That’s a family member? It’s a friend, isn’t it?
Work day ends early. Guess hers did too. Guess his did too.
35 years happily. 1 year confused. 36 years thrown away.
By Rupert Windsor