I am jealous of the way you can smile so freely.
I am jealous of how relaxed you are around me.
I don’t remember what it feels like to be utterly comfortable around another person.
Even in solitude I fail to escape the pressures and tugs of outside life.
Is there an escape other than drowning myself in tears and alcohol?
I want to escape in you, but you are just out of reach.
Tickling my palm as I hopelessly strain to grip the remaining shred of you.
You slip through and gently float away.
My fingers outstretched clawing at the air.
Tears stain my cheeks and drip off my chin, plopping onto the sizzling cement.
Through the heaving sobs, one word is uttered.