tbb-a-deactivated20180820:   "“Do you want to talk about it?”"

the distance from chair to window was his friend.
the view outside a faint company.
   but never he
 
 would have guessed the misery would follow
 by his side, holding hands with guilt and silence
                             and  himself.

                                      never he would show it.

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                    dean, i’m fine

    short lies, like gravel in his lungs, heavy in
    the air.   but if it was for the best,
 he would
                    choke on them anyway.