Relationship #?

It starts as a crack. It always starts as a crack. Or maybe it’s a crease. It’s hard to notice the crease you’re trying not to see. But you definitely notice the crack, though you try not to see the crack, and because you don’t know how to fix the crack, and every time you’ve ever tried to fix one before, you’ve only made it worse, you ignore the crack, which is only hairline, and of course, it gets bigger.

The difference this time is you notice the crack when it’s long as a pencil and a millimeter wide, and you do nothing. You watch it seep open. You sigh. You think, there it is, the crack, that crack, I knew it was coming, it’s right on time. You do nothing.

Now a quarter could fall in the crack, and you don’t even sigh. Argh, the damn crack is bigger, you think. That fucking crack. That fucking crack that will never go and always comes even when it seems it shouldn’t. It’s already here and growing fast and there is no putty of words or deeds. And you think it must be time to move again.