"You said that we made such a pretty pair and that you would never leave. But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me." ~ Carly Simon
The rain,
it thundered,
onto the shingled roof of the old town house.
As if the world was expressing the
thoughts in my head,
a heady storm brewing feverishly.
A hurricane,
filled with every memory of you.
Ironic I suppose,
considering the role it played in our
tale.
But like everything else,
only my appreciation for its
magnificent power lasts.
The cigarette glows softly,
in the shadowed moonlight
offered between the foreboding clouds.
An island oasis among a sea of
shadows.
If I close my eyes I could be flying.
Perhaps.
Away to a world where I didn't need you.
Desperately.
"Where are you?" I whisper.
"I need you," I breathe.
Silence greets me.
As if I expected something else.
Tendrils of smoke curl away,
into the cool night air,
as the sweet cloying poison fills my
lungs.
The inviting scent of cigarettes and
coffee beans,
imbues the entirety of my world,
everything you ever fucking touched,
reminding me of you.
Reminding me of us.
I wonder.
Do you remember?
When you kissed me on this window sill.
Fuck.
Fuck you. Fuck us.
Lies.
I wish I could hate you.
I really do.
Fuck love.
"Oh... Unequivocally."
I wonder if it's that time yet.
Is it that time yet?
No, I don't think so.
-Delilah
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a tragedy of some kind
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