Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Wither
She states the obvious and I state the obvious. The familiar sadness settles in my bones and I question myself yet again. She knows what is in my head. She makes me say it out loud, and I wonder if it's for her benefit or mine.
The air is stuffy but I can't move. I feel I can stay staring over her shoulder throughout the conversation where it is safe, but she's fidgeting and it jerks me back to her beautiful face; the last place I want my eyes to rest.
As always there is climax but no resolution. We talked ourselves breathless and there are still so many things unsaid. It is just easier to let it go for now. Now turns into tomorrow. Tomorrow turns into months.
I feel like I've been here before, and I know it's me again. There's nothing left to do but to sleep it off. This frustration that gnaws at my side. I wither slowly.
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