When You Drew the Graph

of expected recovery and the asymptotic line that planed out flat enough to rest my head on and made a big fat dot there I wanted nothing more than to crawl out of my skin and so I did I left my body standing there hands clenched, on autopilot and I went anywhere else I went to our first date the night of our honeymoon our first house I floated out of the room because we had come so far just to get here just to have the privilege of your opinion because I didn’t understand how one person’s marathon could be such a failure in someone else’s eyes