Thoughts on "the game"

You finally said the "L" word, late as usual

I heard the tears roll into the tiny mic on his cell phone and the sniffles of his words as he choked out “how did I lose you” and “I love you” in sentences that ran together and faded at the ends with the Vodka’s help. I couldn’t hear his voice, all I heard was his pain, trapped in that bottle of uneasy liquid that his water sign so desperately seeks. “I felt peace with you. You inspire me. You help me do things I would not normally do”. Those words meant nothing to me now, a day late, resounding in my ear in that dark living room I had slept alone for months, wishing he were there. Funny how this 3 am call only comes when my eye has begun to wander. Will we ever meet on the same day, in the same place?

Morning Pages 12-03
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