It’s hard to figure out where you fit in someone’s life.

More so when they say one thing, but do something else.

You’re a liar, you know.

I haven’t forgotten. I don’t think I’ll ever forget.

There’s a light in the attic, but the bulb grows dimmer.

The bulb is a liar.

Do you ever check here anymore? What do you do when I go quiet?

You used to check for answers. I don’t think you do that anymore.

You must revel in the quiet.

You must revel in my quiet.

So, I’ll be quiet.