When the sun set last night we sat in the kitchen and you said, I love you, but I can't live with you anymore. I thought about that for a few minutes and walked to a bar and drank myself sick. When the bar closed I sneaked a beer out the front door and stumbled to a lake and sat down on the bank. I watched a dog sniff at a hole. I yelled, hey, come here! He ran away and left me there thinking that maybe I'm meant to be alone. You called me on the phone and said, are you coming home? I'm not sure I can walk, I said, and watched the sun rise over the water and a cluster of Oak trees.
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