He mustered the courage
More like got owned by his madness
It was his last chance
Putting their past behind
Throwing the tattered rags of his self respect down the gutter
He asked her
Am outside your place
Could I see you the one last time?
I leave tomorrow morning
I'm afraid am in middle of a conversation
Sorry
He snapped the phone shut
And sat down where he stood
Thinking nothing
Looking into nothing
Wiping the blood off his wound
A befitting beautiful end to his beautiful story
She carried on with her conversation
It was just another call
She knew he'd be fine
Just another day after all
