It must have been the 3 straight days. 

That made me think that you would come back to me. Just like that. 


In tune. Like a faucet. Like anything. Riding a bike.

I'm older now. That's no excuse. 

I was younger then.

Forced. Tortured. But love by it.

Chased. Manipulated. Soothed. Infuriated.

Fixated. Dictated. Completed by it.

So now. After years of abandonment. Infidelity. Lies. Ignorance. I expected you to come back. 

To love me. To leave off where we were before.

Because I'm still in love with you. And your bitter tune. 

I'm sorry.