Bones

She loved me, and then she didn't. Well, maybe she still did but I've heard nothing from here in what, four years? A long time to wait, to wonder, to waste my will to hers. To wish she would feel my will, my willingness, to change. What does she want? What did she want, beyond me out of her life. Beyond redemption, I guess, fallen out of favor, cast alongside nothing, nowhere.

Four years of silence when everyday we were together, telling everything, sharing and laughing and crying and wringing our fingers to the bones because of some guy, some guy that wasn't worth it. But she was. She was my bestest, my redemption, my bearer of all things.

Maybe that's it - she beared to much of me and it became too much to bear.

I the bear, all bare bones of me.