Pete’s making noise again in my empty apartment. That’s right, my deceased boyfriend, the one I’ve been mourning these few months; the one who will never kiss me good night or laugh or smile again at me–that one.
Boy, did we have a good time. I just wish he’d keep it down long enough for me to practice Silence, a new project I invented for myself to help me cope with his entry into the realm of the unknown. I know that he’s gone to the other side because he’s confirmed it, but what does that really mean anyway? The Other Side sounds like a made-for-tv movie that runs on the late-late show. It sounds like a Twilight Zone episode. It sounds like one of your favorite songs: The Doors’, “The End”. It was the end for you–wasn’t it, baby? The end of this life and the beginning of a new one. I just wish that you weren’t so damned eager to start things before me.
Clinking bottles in the kitchen. This time, the noise is coming from the trashmen outside, picking up the garbage. They, like you, like to start early.