A Single Man
It takes time in the morning for me to become George. The time to adjust to what is expected of George and how he is to behave. By the time I have dressed and put the final layer of polish on the now slightly stiff but quite perfect George…
I know fully what part I'm supposed to play.
Looking in the mirror staring back at me isn't so much as a face…as the expression of a predicament.
"Just get through the goddamn day."
A bit melodramatic, I guess.
But then again, my heart has been broken.
I feel as if I am sinking, drowing, can't breath.
For the first time in my life I can't see my future. Every day goes by in a haze.