I sit and wonder. As the thought of our hearts meeting that perfect rhythm became an illusion.Are we meant to match our heartbeats or fill the missing..
You tossed your shot back and grimaced as the alcohol went down your throat.Laughing with your friends as shot glasses scattered on the table, A flash..
Glass shatters around me as I watched your bottle smash against the kitchen floor.The pieces scattered across the linoleum like myself during the nigh..