So you've invited yourself over, a long day off of work and you thought you'd come by to unwind, have a drink, and I wonder why you're here.
There are no hugs and kisses, the've always seemed a bit strained, forced, so we've dispensed with them entirely.
You've been good to me, I know, all things considered, as well as you've been able, and I know what effort my friendship costs you. How my disorganization frustrates you, my financial incompetence worries you, my "carefree" attitude annoys you, my sexuality intimidates you.
And yet you still want to be here, or more likely, feel "obliged" to be here, to drop around, to put a happy face on our sad relationship.
You sprawl out in the chair, I light a candle, we begin the long pause that is our conversation, when it grows awkward you root around in your bag to review old photos still on your digital camera, almost 500 of them, by yourself, looking through the pictures....
I stare off into space and drink my wine, listen to the radio.....
And then you announce you're tired, I understand, and we go to bed, at night I listen to you snoring, to you gnashing your teeth, and I wonder why your here.