While you wait, as do I. Maybe you are aware that I sit here with the weight of change on my lap. Maybe you don't because your attention has turned from me entirely.

It's a funny thing to need you and want you and to slowly lose myself in that need and want only to look up from crying to see that you're gone.

For the first time, you tried to assure me that WE are going to be okay, even though I don't think you possibly could have believed it.