There’s a ship at the bottom of the ocean that harbors all of the futures you were supposed to have. the lifeboat only able to carry a journal of the past. It’s been three years and you still can’t remember how to put creamer in your coffee. Sunday morning whispers something about a mistake and reminds you to take your pills. You can swallow the sadness all you want but only he knows about the place across town where you can watch the sunset and feel whole again. An empty liquor bottle on sits on the shelf that smells like regret. The clock on the wall hasn’t moved since you took the last sip. Does it ever get easier knowing you made all of the wrong moves? Only two pieces left on the chess board before his memory conquers the rest. If you had made your choices more carefully the aftermath wouldn’t be eating what was left of the person you used to be. so you write it all down. you write in on the walls. you paint yourself with every word you forgot to say. the phone rings as you fade into the background. i’m sorry but the person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. your character blurry. someone who doesn’t belong in this story anymore. didn’t they tell you that the happy ending isn’t yours? try and dial 1 the only option left is to bury the hatchet and hope he doesn’t call back.