So I’m staring at that spot above your bed.
Which I guess is our bed.
And it feels similar to when you had that couch in the alley and I would look up at the spot where all the buildings came together,
little rectangle of blue at the top.
Like I couldn’t stop looking at it.
Like I was getting high off the focus.
Like it didn’t really matter what you were saying.
I was trapped in thoughts and vision and
my eyes welled up.