I thought it was raining. I said on the phone oh god

it’s my face and an involuntary avalanche of motion

called him and he picked up. But it fell into place. 
I was shaky at the beginning. At that moment I got a text

and couldn’t cooperatively countenance my ex, understand?

I felt that he was going too deeply into dark knowledge. 
I drove the route of the night thought, yes. You are right

about all things. When I make my way to the bus stop as usual

you are a doctor and I should feel and act. I swore 
I would repeat that mistake. At that moment I got a text

inviting me explicitly to step behind bars. It’s last drinks

for wouldn’t you know. I spare a thought, don’t go.