Aminia-Grey

If you ever wanna talk, honey Talking is just fine. Tell me all your little problems And I will show you mine. If you wanna come over, baby Come over, it's alright. Just rest your weary head by my fire. But know that when I'm crazy Crazy and over-tired, I'll still be your crying shoulder If you would then be mine.

I asked you to be braver I said we'd be just fine, You knew that I'd be patient You knew that I was right. But in the end we lost it We won all the wrong fights, Lost the ones that matters, And told all the wrong lies. Let's get back to sipping coffee Let's get back to wasting time, When you and I were children And it didn't weigh on our minds.

It's been three weeks since we've talked.  Since he sent that uncharacteristically scorching text, accusing me of imaginary trespasses.  The disgustingly dark side of my brain expects the person on the receiving end of the phone to be his mother.  A bleary-eyed and exhausted woman in her 70's, trying to compose herself for my benefit.  I imagine she'll tell me her son as passed in the night. Pills, I assume.  God knows he has enough. But no.  Before I can let my brain take this macabre daydream any further, he picks up.  Not his mourning mother, he himself.   It wasn't the calm and composed man in the outgoing voicemail, which I've memor