A Song A Day For A Year

… If it was cold she’d have put on her fur coat, I remember there being a period of a week where she’d barely take it off. I was a good boyfriend. I gesture to her to show me the wrist again but then she starts saying it was best if she left, happy that we’d cleared the air. I hold her wrist as she rises, I tell her that if she ever needed me then she knew who to call. Her face curls up into a pre tear position, and I smile back. As she departs the restaurant I smell that smoke, that smoke from the night her house set on fire, I smell it only when something dangerous is usually about to occur. I pay the bill and get the hell out of there, no need to stir the muddied memories of me and her, as I poke my straw at my remaining icecubes. I’m going to take it, ive had enough of fear in the shadows. Just one shot of my formula and i’ll be a force like no other.