“What’s making you sad?”
She asked me.
“It’s not really sadness.
It’s more like a disconnect.
“I don’t make it more difficult to sleep when I’m next to you,
She was propped up on one elbow, staring at me.
I was staring up at the ceiling, into nothingness.
“It’s got it’s pros and cons.
Like everything” I said.
“You know that disconnect you’re talking about?
I’ve felt it everyday for the last six months.
I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me? “
I rolled over and looked at her.
“Nothing is wrong with you doll.”
I pushed her bangs back behind her ear.
“It’s everything else that’s a little wrong.”
I kissed her on the forehead and went to sleep.
When I woke up,
she was gone.
She left a note,
“Going to try to reconnect.
I’ll miss you Chester.
Call or text anytime.
Don’t drink too much while I’m gone.
I’ll know if you do.”
There was a red lipstick imprint at the bottom.
I grabbed my book
And took out the bookmark.
I tossed it in the trash.
I nicely folded up her note.
And replaced it as my bookmark.
I grabbed some orange juice from the fridge.
Picked up a bottle of vodka
And made a drink.
I sat down with my drink
And wondered if I’d ever see her again.