today, there are two.
they're getting so serious, now, that i need to come along.
soak up some of the sting of the words.
so that when we sit in the parking lot afterward--
afraid to look at one another for fear we'll recognize the lie when we promise each other that
everything's going to be okay--
we'll hold hands and try to make it all make sense.
stop off for coffee.
return to work.
stuck silent and slow.

if we get any more bad news, i'm going to crack apart.