your notice served

is it starting to show?
bitter cold
a year or so,
a jibbering mess, tugging at sweater
twitching the eye, deepening creases
i couldnt believe you existed... but was strangely reminded of my junkie friend.. perhaps a distant relative. self proclaimed woman on her own, struggling. i listened to tales of your cleaning, your illness, your neighbour, the man you watched from your window, the many glasses of rose, your gagging, your dinner, you're upset, you're tired; woke up at 2am and couldnt sleep again. your weekend was bad, you wore 2 pairs of socks, you bought a new bed and some taps too. you invited me for dinner, we went for some drinks.. never worked out with us really. i moved away from the admin room, you told on me for wasting time.
stopped eating the snacks that made you fat, some new clothes and haircut ready for the new place. will it make you happy? people come and go, i have a feeling this memory will stick.