[ truck stop coffee ]
His questions demand the most direct of answers. There is no doubt in his mind that he should be asking that particular question at that very moment. There is no hesitation to ask. Only some answer honestly. // The peanut butter has separated, the breeze has slowed and the fans are working overtime. // I think the cat was allowed to go one last time. The hole that had been cut open for it to return on late nights has been tacked shut with two nails and a piece of wood that doesn’t match that of the door. Or maybe he split when He died. I never really saw Him. Maybe once. How He waited I’m not sure, but they endured. She’d colored her hair when he passed. The pace of the grey hairs to soon for her years. At least maybe that is how she felt. // The comforts of routine.
Lykke Li - Wounded Rhymes - Unrequited Love