I moved out

How can you go this long without talking about something real,
I thought.
But how deep can you get in a tree house
without a basement
and two car garage.

You need a two car garage,
… and I needed to be socially contracted to you.

If I sent out a too weak(s) notice would you have come to my side?

— this relationship was a call and response of needs expressed in frustration, but never said in a meaningful way. Toward the end I remember sitting on a couch in the basement petting the dog. As the dog walked away and up the stairs, I looked at the lines my fingernails made in his fur. I thought of the dog walking to sit next to someone on the couch upstairs — someone I hadn’t really spoken to in weeks.
Did they notice the message?
Did they just keep watching their movie?
Did they trace the lines, imagining our fingertips aligned on opposite sides of the ceiling?