Cafe At The End Of Time (4.65)

When I woke up, she was gone. I knew immediately

that she couldn’t have gone far…oh, I waited, soaked

up in bed before I got up, oh, yes, I tell you.

There was a note in the kitchen, written on paper

towels in crayon

“I’m not sorry I have to go, otherwise, I’d still be here…

I’m not sorry I was here, otherwise, you wouldn’t be

reading this. I’m only sorry I didn’t tear your clothes off

with my teeth.”

I thought that last sentence positive enough to warrant

no further need for analysis.