she said: i don’t like to lose control
she feared the unknown, the dark places, the spaces in between. she needed one foot firmly planted in reality at all times. and she wanted everyone to stay there with her. that way she wouldn’t feel like she was missing out on anything.
i said: that’s not really fair, is it?
she said she knew better but didn’t know how to kick the habit
and so we drove through the night, in the rain, headlights on wet pavement, down the artery that crossed the city from east to west. and there was nothing to do but face the darkness. and by dawn, it was clear that there was much work to be done but it could wait. just a while longer.
so we went to the diner where they serve runny eggs and shitty coffee. there really wasn’t anything left to say. i tried to make a joke, she tried to smile. we tried to change the subject but ended up finishing breakfast in silence. then waited for the day to take care of itself. because it always does, in the end.
