ON THE BRINK

Up here in my concrete tower at the end of what has been a long month I’m thinking a lot about the woman I broke up with recently.
Was going to ask her to marry me but didn’t trust myself so I left her instead.
‘That’s a bit extreme,’ my friend said, ‘wasn’t there somewhere between those two positions you could’ve managed?’
‘Yeh, well, whatever,’ I said, ‘it’s over anyway...and she’s with someone else now.’