She called one late night
As if time didn’t past I ran
Queens to Brooklyn
Leave him I said

High school reunion coming up
Neurotic nights
Too high and burdened with responsibilities
She wanted me to run to her again

I didn’t
She told me about him again
Marriage on the horizon
House sitting on a secluded island

She’s not answering my messages
She’s not answering my texts
A bad feeling sets in my stomach and heart
She’s online so she has to be ok

If he didn’t murder her and leave her phone on
She had already cut me off
Leaving me on read
Like always

Horror stories playing out in my head