Poured Out

It didn't really hit for a month that you had disappeared until in the middle of me trying to sleep before ten in the morning, the thought that you're a cigarette smoker and that this is killing smokers wafted into my head. It's odd the thoughts that leak out when you are afraid of someone dying and don't have the reassurance of them telling you to stop being weird and that they are fine. The first thought was that I wanted to kick you for not quitting sooner, then annoyance at the thought that you probably relapsed and started smoking again from everything that's happening. I wanted to get the sweet relief of knowing that my worries were for nothing. I had hoped that at any moment of that freak-out, you'd text me and all the worries would fade into foolish shame, then waft away. It didn't happen and I listened to music until I gave up on sleeping and got up at nine. That was April.

Normal comes and goes. You know you told me that towards the end of the 90-day challenge, the wet dreams became so vivid that waking up was such a letdown? That's where I am now. I have surpassed 90 days now, and every dream is torturous. I would like to explain that this only when you are gone. I can control myself for the most part. But when you are not, my mind can run so vividly. Things I never really wanted are suddenly all I think about. Marriage, unwanted pregnancies, you meeting my family, you reaching out to me while I'm at work and all types of gross shit like that continually flows through my head.

Since you are constantly racing through my mind, the things I would say to you are constantly changing. I miss you, I hate you, I want to hit you with a car. I want to kick you and punch you in the shoulder for leaving in the middle of a damn crisis. I want to tell you that I worked on my stand up jokes and try some on you. I want to bitch about the fact that people are still dying and everyone is getting "cancelled" and how much I want this race to burn. I want to joke with you and have the person that makes me feel me back again. I miss you. I guess that's the last thing I wanted to say to you.