I had to hide your toothbrush. Like I had to hide my disappointment. Because you didn't come to my rescue with any words. Nor gestures. No attempt to fill the silence. Or destroy it.
There's linguistic confusion and no wish for 'podrobnosti', but the details of how I felt are separate to those of what happened.
Or am I just too much of an expert at keeping things apart?
You're tired, I know. And my heart goes out to you. I'm tired too. But I could rally myself if you needed me to.
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