Probably Should

Against the fridge, leaning.

Against the book, reading it page to page.

Watching while the rain falls down.

Your car never came back.

Never drove back to the house

that was dark that night,

roof lit up by the moon,

wound by a rare, glowing ring.

I know that you’ve already forgotten

everything that is making me sad.

Skating around on thin ice,

Didn’t think twice about it.

Reading through pages of writing,

Until you found the one that gave me away.

Sitting in a sad play then, which was too intense.

Sitting in a sad play now, acting like I’m somewhat alive,

messing up my lines every time.

Everytime I get to the top of the stairs,

I have to stand there a second and try not to cry,

but I always do,

eventually.