"I will always catch you, if I even let you fall at all."

These words remembered best out of all the rest
that flew between them like carrier pigeons.
And all the nights that came before stood
in broken order, pride off to one side like a silent porter
waiting...
Waiting for the crack down the side of the porcelain
back of their lives circling slowly down the drain.
Pain leftover from the attack that left an unfinished map
to where the end of the game would have lain
if the rules hadn't changed halfway through.
Like a sound you can barely hear out of a
deaf ear,
adjacent but not useful.
A part of something, but not one that counts
or matters
or anything.
So if she were to not go out and play today
it wouldn't matter anyway.
Just lay around and drink all day...
what difference would that make?

"It was never supposed to go this far."