Fade

You're back. Same bottle, same table. Same goddamn bar. I couldn't think it. Sleep. That couch is too small, your toes curl whilst you dream. What were they talking about? I don't remember. Silhouettes paint a tiny portrait in my mind. There's four of them. Lights, cop, exit. Home again. Blue room, red chair in the corner. She's asleep. He's smoking over by the window. Sitting in the red chair, lost in thought. What's he thinking of? I can't remember, that guy left a long time ago. He seized up & she cried. There was blood. Fade to black. They're asleep.