The first time she left she walked out into the night without a coat, but returned within a few hours and it was as if it had never happened. The next time, months later, was as abrupt, but this time she took me with her.
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The first time she left she walked out into the night without a coat, but returned within a few hours and it was as if it had never happened. The next time, months later, was as abrupt, but this time she took me with her.
The empty space left behind was a sieve. He filled it with beer, girls, burritos, blame. Mostly beer.
I see her laughing and drawing, always drawing, at the bar in front of the sink where I do dishes. I start to cry, hard, and the beans get wobbly.