It's a short trip between years, days fly by and in the blink of an eye you're a mile from where you thought you ever would be.
The more hotels I see the more I find them strangely like home. No matter where you find yourself there's always tacky wallpaper and a tourist with a farmers tan.
Jeff yawned and laid down on the bed. His body hit the bed like a ton of bricks, it's a hard fall from tired to exhausted.
"Lay with me?" He asked. I shook my head no and stood up from the bed.
To take these years in a small dose we've had our fair share of fights. I learned (the hard way) if the first thing you get isn't the last thing you want to lose. Leave it.
I've found a better place to rest my head.
Jeff took sleep with a ready hand.
My heart raced, that serenity isn't that hard to achieve.
A soft knock at the door saved this relationship, all these years. I walked as fast as possible, disturbing the carpet fibers just enough to create a smooth padding noise. Noise nonetheless.
The door squeaked open and a tall male stepped through the door. His frame, my security.
His eyes filled with a look I've seen so many times before. I just smiled and let him lead me through the door.
While the ways out I've chosen are short of orthodox it's a solution either way. On the other side of the tracks I have to sleep with what I've done, beside the man I've done it to.
Shannon passed me in the hallway, his eyes glazed from lack of sleep. He threw his hand up and kept on his route, never paying a second glance to what I'm doing.
Serves me right.
Try a smoother voice and a more desperate glance, try to get out of this one.
"Jess?" I knew every crack in that voice, every tear that would soon accompany…was well deserved.
I let go of Phil and turned around.
"Jeff…" I whispered.
He sighed, "I knew it."
If those would be the last words I ever heard from him it would be the words to shut me up.
"I'm sorry."
How can you just say two words to make something okay. They're words, words aren't louder than actions, anyone can speak words. Anyone. When Shannon shot my dad those three words he said didn't mean shit. Words are nothing. Words are just sounds emitted from your voice box. Everyone has a voice box, not everyone can make a motion to act upon a innuendo and change the hard waters into easy sailing.