love, despair, broken hearts
The final day that we would ever stand together, just you and I. Was it years ago or yesterday? Time has a way of warping like pressed wood abandoned to the wind and sun. I remember the dark sky dribbling out discontent in warm drops. We kept silent in our own space. While the world cried out to be noticed. I held your hand in mine. Your ride arrived first. We stood, and I felt so much with no words to say it. "I love you," you told me for the first time. I stopped breathing, and the world heaved. If ever I felt an "I love you" rip through me, it was yours. I wanted to a least echo the sentiment, but the language stuck in my throat, a rusty nail pinning my heart there. You smiled, pulled away from my grasp and disappeared. I took my train home and marveled at dinner after dinner till time had no purpose. Now, I wonder what would have happened on a platform long ago if I had said, "I love you, too. Stay with me?" |
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