this morning #1846.

this morning, the sirens screaming down jefferson st shook us both from our dreams. i looked over at him laying next to me, his face wide-eyed & confused. knew he needed a minute to wake up so i gave it to him. slid a smoke out of my pack & leaned back against the wall. after a few drags, he sat up, grabbed a smoke of his own & then spoke. “i know how much you love living here but i don’t think i can do it any more. i need peace.” i knew this day would eventually come. can’t believe it took this long. he’d moved here to be with me two years ago after a lifetime in the sticks. not the sticks exactly but never a place this big. this busy. clearly not for him. never believed that i’d leave here. i guess he’s worth believing in.