I have a picture of my brother on my phone. And every time I snap that shit open, there they are…a picture of him and the twins smiling at me. Reminding me, blinding me, searing hot pain…I failed, am failing. I let it all fall apart – it wasn’t much – but it was beautiful. I’m sorry.
It’s okay, I relinquish control. You can have me – body and soul.
3am again. I’m tired, you drive.