one.

someone's already left this year. they left last night without so much as a parting word.
if i'm counting totals, that's two.
and i know the title seems heartless--am i keeping track? how morbid and thoughtless.

though, bids in the scores and less thoughts are what i'm left with tonight.


















but if you count my changed feelings on you, mister, maybe the score is one-and-a-half.