The Monologue Bombs - Oh Holy Night

The night after Christmas
The space heater toasting your flannels and fingerless gloves
With Brooklyn impending, we talked until four
Proximity sobered us up
You said he’s not good at planning your weekends together
He sputters, he sours, he flakes
Between that and rubbing our elbows together
We hazarded countless mistakes
Cancel the snow, drop out the strings
You and I don’t owe each other a thing
Clinging like children, warm, close and trembling
Our breathing kept time as we swayed
The floorboards an ocean, thick, black and threatening
To swallow us under the waves
A moment can chase you down your whole life

Written by:
Scott Phillips

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