by Roger Daubach
She knows she can have me before I even walk in the door. That’s the way it’s been since we were in high school – she calls and I come running. But I always find a way to wear out my welcome. I tell her how much she means to me. I speak of the happiness that lies waiting for us in the future. I treat her the way she wishes anyone other than me would treat her.
Roger Daubach writes but he rarely submits. Submission, after all, is the first step to rejection. He lives in Brooklyn and shares his stories and poems online.