The light's still on,
everyone just left and
you left with Dean.
There's a faint whiff
of your perfume
lingering in the house.
I tell myself
I'm alright
but I cant sleep, what does that tell you?
You,
who is not here.
you,
who was never here.
You,
whose skin will never graze mine.
I held your hands once;
it's the most important moment of my entire life.
You were glowing in the lights from the
buildings, streetlamps and neon boards,
your impatience at the never ending green lights
palpable in the air.
The walk sign lit up finally,
we stepped off the curb
hand in hand.
This was the slowest I have crossed any road.
You let go of my hand as soon as we crossed
and ushered me to hurry up so that we did not miss the next train.
How do people fall out of love?
If only there was a vine with leaves as footholds to climb up to the very sun and dim it's light a little bit, would things in our universe be any different?
Thursday, August 16, 2018
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