Second weekend together with her new long-distance beau. They embrace on the couch in a borrowed living room. Her new favorite album, the soundtrack to her summer, fills the air. She teasingly sings along from time to time. In the middle of summer. He smiles silently.
Until the last track. He sings, I don't love you, I'm just passing the time.
He breaks up with her first thing in the morning.
This is sad, but very well-written. I like it.
ReplyDeleteUmm....yeah.