Cirling without courage

They're circling, round and around (I watch him talk to the my friends totally unaware) Words that do nothing to secure the sinking in my stomache, and i know i'm going to be sick. I christened the toilet and allowed him to leave thinking it was about him, he called later worried, 'it's not always about you.' I don't know if that's a lie or not.

I woke up with the sense that i had lost something, S and I sat hungover in silence on the DLR trying to not think about the heartache feeling the film had left us. I thought about the circling words again, and it was courage that i had lost, no not lost, lacked. I lacked the courage to be honest, not only to him, them all, but to myself.