b is for browne

how will i know if we’re through she asked half kidding even though they’d only been together since the hot summer and now it was the crisp fall.

he explained that being a fan of what he calls suicide music that any dark period in his life and that includes breakups would involve jackson browne’s late for the sky album and this seed was forgotten as quickly as it was planted and they went about the business of falling in love.

a vibrant autumn filled with farm fairs and hayrides and intimate dinners and intimacy in general fused into a bleak winter filled with detachment and avoidance as their first christmas eve led to their last valentine’s day and consecutive nights together gave way to multiple days apart. the more she asked the less he responded and the one sided rift grew as she clung onto everything and he evaporated into nothing.

although she like everyone else had been through all of this before – both on the giving and receiving ends – this one was harder because it was now and it was him. she knew that all that they had intertwined was now unraveling and there was nothing to do but get caught up in the funnel cloud.

the smell of pumpkins and burning leaves were replaced by the frost in the air and the chill of the mood and one day when he was out somewhere other than where he said he’d be she went to his alphabetically aligned by artist’s last name album collection and saw the gap in the b’s.