It was mine.
But I forgive you
for not saving me
from myself.”
I wait for him to explode with,
“You forgive me?
That’s a good one.
You should beg me
to forgive you
for ruining my life,
for hurting
Mom
and Dad
and Dylan
and Siobhan
and everyone else
stupid enough to love you.”
But instead,
Mickey’s shoulders rise
and fall
in the longest,
fiercest
breath
I’ve seen him take in months.
He closes his eyes
and pulls the head of the guitar
toward his own,
presses the pegs
against his forehead,
so hard,