A Mistaken Goodbye TEARS STREAK HER FACE,
to examine her twinkling smile. I want to
accompanied with the remnants of last
prove my love to her, convince her of my
night’s mascara. Her lipstick remains
infatuation. I want her. I love her. Instead, I
smeared all over her deflated cheeks. Her
sit on the floor, alongside the smashed
crystal blue eyes that I once found
lamp, without a voice. It is time to leave.
mesmerizing fail to appear under the
My fingers swell, dried blood as
curtains of puffy red. Her long brown hair
my gloves. Cuts from the flying glass cover
drapes her body, providing her only sense
my body. How did this happen? Where am
of safety. I stay over here. She stays silent.
I? Who am I? Who is she? Her usually
It is time to leave.
empowered stance, her booming cackle,
The clouds grumble through the
her defiance all seem infinitely far away.
open window, only pushing more heat in
She sits opposite me, eyes distant and
between us. The air becomes thick and
devoid of herself. She is gone. She has left.
sticky, and tears fall from the sky. I guess
Why am I still here? What have I done? It is
everyone needed to cry. The bed remains
time to leave.
perfectly made, unslept in, except for two
The door of the hotel room, our
small dents on opposite sides. The pieces
honeymoon suite, slams behind me. The
of the bathroom door live shattered on
fluorescent lights clash against my tired
musty carpet. The toilet reeks of vomit,
eyes, making me squint in discomfort. A
and the small trashcan overflows with
young bellboy questions my appearance
bottles of booze. Once perfectly white tiles
with his intrusive brown eyes, but I keep
are splattered with blood, with tears, with
walking. I miss her eyes. I step into the
anguish. It is time to leave.
elevator, grateful for the solitude I deserve.
Purple and black cover her thin
Just before closing, a family of five steps
legs, her beautiful stomach, her warm
into the crowded space, pushing me
heart. Her eyes face the ground, perusing
further into my dark hole. It is time to
the floral printed carpets. All I want is to
leave.
touch her, to feel her soft lips teasing mine,
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