Him and Her.

She could never find a way,

Changing is to start again,

Darkness reasoning with her light.

She imagines.

Schemes.

Patience considered all at once yet she makes pieces out of notes and memories he wrote, you wrote. Pieces on the ground and believe her when she says she no longer needs you.

You

From then on a year shall pass and scars visibly ahead, you may spot the shade she only carries, into a cafe. She sits down, and she stares at this wall you can’t glance at,

Since you are in fact looking in.

You station yourself and breathe, begin to figure out every first to last memories you have with her. She still connected to this wall and you still seal this focus on her.

You notice you’ve been staring for quite some time at someone you gave up on, funny how things work.

She still stares at this wall with no motion, no emotion, her book has gone dry, new faces emerge as the past ones recreate other scenes.

It seems you’re in awe, in fact you are, why?

What’s so interesting about looking at a girl who is not the same person as she use to be. Someone who gave her very most to you and you who gave her your very best goodbye to end everything. Someone who knows what you don’t. Someone with no interest in meeting, just relaxed in a cafe staring at this god damn wall, and you still stare, but not stationed, but not at the point where you first began to silently reflect with her, but in the middle of the street, laid out flat. You didn’t know you were moving forward huh? I myself wonder why you were moving forward. It wasn’t as if reality was going to stop, give you guys a minute, and give you a second to explain and live happily ever after. She finally disconnects and looks over and respects you enough to stare at you, while you’re flooded in blood.

You’ve been hit by a truck.

“Hope you grasp that you’re dead now”.

She mouths those words directly at you.

Directly at him

Now you know

(Darkness)

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“Small caramel macchiato!” Barista yells.“

“A small caramel macchiato!” Barista yells again.

Random stranger taps her shoulder.

“Excuse me ma’am, isn’t that your drink he’s calling?”

She turns.

“Huh, yeah, that’s mine, sorry I was just daydreaming.” She follows up says.....

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