Wasted

It's been a month.

We went to have a picnic and he said, "We love each other but we're not helping each other." We had the entire picnic. He even brought bubbles. This was after the bubbles. After the picnic. We went down that road again, that same fight that we couldn't shake, that was like a bad cold, and the screaming started, the yelling and trading things we couldn't let go, and he said: We love each other but we're not helping each other.

All I could think was: I wasted so much of my damn time.

All this time, all this effort, and he does this.

That's all I could think. All I can still think, really. All the time I wasted.