You were pullin' the shingles off of your roof, and the storm was blowin' up to the river.
You'd tested it all before, you said. Insisting deliberate distractions from any tightly held-together matter of the matter at hand... Long ago, you'd lost your bedside manner.
     But, you don't have to keep apologizing. I don't mind if you're thoughts or opinions are rude, or crude, or even chastising. What was once intimidated now has total control. Not even the long, eloquent tease has taken any emotional toll. When the day proves to be done, still no debris-control. What's ruined is ruined as what's old is old.
     You were pulling the bits of fur off the cotton shirt, warn by many and owned by none. So it's been a long night in your best friends floor... And it's even harder to sleep when your idle dreams roll into a wakening snore; a deafening demand for oxygen, makes you wanna never let them breathe again. 'Cause you only know her when you dream.