tuesday mourning

it wasn't until tuesday that she noticed he was gone and while that said a bit more about her weekend than it did about their relationship... any relationship that lent itself to those sorts of weekends couldn't be called "solid". first it was his guitar that was missing but then it was also that jacket she hated so much, and while someone might have stolen the guitar, no one would steal that jacket. she wondered what else he'd taken and realised she did not know enough about what belonged to know what was missing. not that it mattered, any of it, all of it, it was just crap really. she had more on her mind than things, and more on her mind than him or even the "them" that had gone missing with his guitar and that stupid jacket.