Free, alone. The predawn white light's coming on.

Bottle on the night stand.

I count disasters on my free hand now.

Run for cover there's a big on e coming.

You'll be lucky if you're at ground zero.

You'll be lucky if it's got your number.

No one said that this life was easy.

Did that no one ever live a life this hard?

It gets hard. The bills are scattered in the yard.

Ashtray monument. A life spent waiting in cement.

After all, it's not that bad.

I still have pictures.

I look back at all the things that we once did.

You said, "I love you."

I guess you did.

Remember our life.

I did the dishes while you read out loud.

Best friends, strangers now.

Were our kids all we could call common ground