:: Neon ::
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spoken. at 11:28 PM
I remember my body fighting wave upon wave of thought as I tried to go back to sleep.
You were right there and I cast my eyes upon you much sound and asleep.
There I sat, in an environment all too familiar on a chair of my own comfort.
Several times I played with the idea of waking you, but few and splendid were moments I caught your smile.
You wore your hair short like in days old.
I walked over to see if I could stir you slowly awake.
Upon the next smile I caught, I leaned over to kiss you.
Instead, I decided that something so beautiful should never be lost and I caught the smell of your hair.
You slighted to the left when I blew a quick breath and reactively, though strangely enough, I said
You were right there and I cast my eyes upon you much sound and asleep.
There I sat, in an environment all too familiar on a chair of my own comfort.
Several times I played with the idea of waking you, but few and splendid were moments I caught your smile.
You wore your hair short like in days old.
I walked over to see if I could stir you slowly awake.
Upon the next smile I caught, I leaned over to kiss you.
Instead, I decided that something so beautiful should never be lost and I caught the smell of your hair.
You slighted to the left when I blew a quick breath and reactively, though strangely enough, I said
Vacuum cleaner.
You laughed.
I had no idea what I meant, though it could've been a previous joke I've forgotten- but it did not matter.
You laughed, and that was all that mattered.
You were eager to start your day, and I wanted to hide my embarrassment by 'washing up', as I so carelessly told you.
I saw myself in the mirror and I couldn't remember how I ended up looking the way I did.
There were lines on my face I couldn't understand and a look in my own eyes that told me that I was just about ready to give up on something but I washed the thought quickly away and decided I needed a haircut.
It's been awhile since I even had a parting down my scalp.
I went back and you were gone.
I thought to myself
I had no idea what I meant, though it could've been a previous joke I've forgotten- but it did not matter.
You laughed, and that was all that mattered.
You were eager to start your day, and I wanted to hide my embarrassment by 'washing up', as I so carelessly told you.
I saw myself in the mirror and I couldn't remember how I ended up looking the way I did.
There were lines on my face I couldn't understand and a look in my own eyes that told me that I was just about ready to give up on something but I washed the thought quickly away and decided I needed a haircut.
It's been awhile since I even had a parting down my scalp.
I went back and you were gone.
I thought to myself
expected.
and started sourcing for any clue of where you might be.
You left a message on the screen -
Something about
You left a message on the screen -
Something about
where is the boy I used to know
and along the lines of
what happened to you
but as I had earlier thought,
this is where I just gave up.
this is where I just gave up.
Yeah sure. Fucking tragic, but I really had that dream.
I didn't like the way I felt when I jolted awake in tears after thinking you had left.... again.
But I soon remedied that with work
I didn't like the way I felt when I jolted awake in tears after thinking you had left.... again.
But I soon remedied that with work
work
....and more work.
Back from first shift and I am greeted by a splendid new laptop.
...and I really need that haircut.
...and I really need that haircut.
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spoken. at 11:28 PM
