haven’t seen a dime.

A laugh. A reverb. I know you’re happy. Tried taking hold of your hand. No. Tried grabbing your hand. No. I reached for your hand. That’s it. Reaching. In any case, you chose to swim free, all by yourself, leaving me behind. Leaving me content. I taught you nothing——probably——yet fun was had, lessons learnt and blissful amnesia set in. Just when it was due.