A hundred miles to nowhere

Had an alright day. busy, exhausting, fun, etc. etc.
yeah its not bad.
he sits down near the end, familiar pajamas. clicks the refresh. ya know. fer kicks.
maybe its a random post. maybe its a personal message.
it doesn't matter what it says its got that name in front of it.
and everyday hes back, a step behind the night before.
its like a brick to his face - every night
"why am i still like this." hm?
he has to look at the facts. list each one by one mentally.
again and again. until he believes it again. its convincing.
and he feels like he's made progress.
but a day at a time doesn't get you anywhere when the nights go backwards.
its over. for one of them at least.

into bed with unwanted memories of her embrace...