We’re too tired to talk, to make sense of this gaping hole.
So I’ll work and you will play Max Payne. And the hole grows larger and my heart heavier.
But we’re too tired to talk, to make an effort to fill the hole,or analyse it’s origin.
(Here it is, the origin: I nag for you to change, you, stubborn, refuse, I nag more, you refuse more…)
So I’ll work and you can watch TV. And the hole becomes so big it swallows twelve years.

And one day, I’m too tired to stay and you, you’re too tired to ask me to.

Copyright Hiraeth 2014