Untidy She came over one night, upset. I rushed around the room tidying up my things, nervous and frantic. My living room was a mess. Still. I meant to clean the day before but never did, distracted by something that took an entire evening. I had no idea what was going to happen that night, only she did.

I had come into new thinking recently. Nights were often filled with distractions, not with her. Maybe her presence wasn't wanted then, maybe I just didn't know what sort of presence I wanted. Maybe.

When she told me she was really leaving that night, I did not want her to go. I could not confess to myself that my mind had been wandering for some time. Distracted. My room was so cluttered then.  ¶ 4:53 PM