Long Way Down — Yeah

YEAH

I did,

I said,

hoping he would

come back with

I’m not dead or I

faked my death or

something like that.

Or maybe

I’d wake up, sit

straight up

in bed,

the gun still tucked

under my pillow,

my mother still asleep at the kitchen table.

A dream.

Buck looked at me,

noticing my panic, softly said,

I am.