you wore your purple silk shirt and a pair of jeans. i wore the only nice tie i owned, the only one you hadnt ruined.
i was an after thought to you at dinner. you seemed more interested in the martini menu than the reason we were there. the time you spent in the bathroom doubled the amount of time we laughed together that nite.
it would have been our six year anniversary yesterday. i wonder if you thought about that while you celebrated your freedom last night. i hope you had a good time.
this may 17th was much more serene than the last i can tell you. no presents of infidelity this year, no police presence either. at least i can be thankful for that.
i wonder if you think about that night while you celebrate your freedom. i wonder why i give a shit.
i knew there was a reason why i couldnt sleep tonight, as usual, youre it.

never allow yourself to be treated like a tie.