A quick trip home

I will go to Calgary.  It's just for a couple of weeks.  I will go see Mark.  He is giving up.  Tired of everything.  There is no one there.  Nana will help me with the costs.  She understands.  I tell her I'm back soon.  I explain why.  She sais you go.  Mark has cracked.  He gives up.  I am worried.  He tells me. He will drive away.  That's it.  Gone for good.  I don't hear this voice before.  It's not him.  Nana gets me a plane ticket.  Must be cheap.  The seat is small.  I don't care.  The flight is long.  I wait.  I don't sleep. 

I arrive back.  It's the same as before.  I take a taxi down.  I have the key still.  I forgot to give it back.  I arrive at his apartment.  He's not around.  I am disgusted.  Before he is clean.  Now.  It's just boxes.  Pizza boxes.  A bag of beer cans.  The mail is on the counter.  Not opened.  I open it.  He doesn't care.  Doesn't pay the bills.  The fridge has no food.  The cupboard either.  It's just pizza boxes.  I can't believe this.  Never do I imagine this.  A man who is neat is a mess.  A man that eats health food.  Now eats pizza.  The laundry is on the floor.  The bed is not made.  I can see this.  I know this.  This is Larissa.  It's Larissa at the MP.  Larissa on crack.  He don't care now.  I am disgusted.  And I worry.  In the bathroom.  There is 7 bottles of shampoo all empty.  I can tell it's not good. 

I wait. He comes home.  His face is tired.  Circles under his eyes.  He sits in the corner. Tells me he is sick of it all.  He tells me. He can't sleep.  He wakes up at night.  Thinkgs about things.  Is always tired.  Can't work out.  Don't care to cook.  Doesn't care at all.  I can see.  He gives up.  Don't care now.  I tell him.  Lie down.  Sleep some.  I can clean up.