etp 3 / emily

You walk around the earth and I know you are there but we won't talk to one another again.

There it is, half-empty and fully loaded. You brought it with you the last time you were here - no, it was the time before that, and no one finished it. Usually it is hiding behind another, but there it is now, in my line of questioning. I don't think that either of us drank from it, we did not pass it from hand to hand and lip to lip. No, someone else poured some into a glass. Oh, how awful - it might have even been only a plastic cup.

I think you gave up on me then.

I wish some mold would grow inside you so I would have an excuse to throw you out. But you won't, you're too strong.