i like that word. neither here nor there. its a place where you are are. a place where i will run to this night.
Three bite marks.
She stopped when saw them.
They were from the other.
Tentatively, she touched each one tenderly tracing the lines of each mark.
Lying in bed, he winced a little as he felt each touch on sensitive skin.
She looked at him, no trace of anger in her teary eyes.
He sadly stared back, no apologies in his.
She started slowly kissing each of the marks, trying to erase the pain with her tears.
He slowly closed his eyes trying to release the hurt.
It is time to go.
The wings have never completely mended.
But it is time to go.
Much tears have been expended.
And the healing have been slow.
Though this life’s mourning has not ended.
It is time to go.
I spread these wounded wings and take flight
Up the mountain skies so bright
Up until this life is no longer in sight.
it was a cold morning when you left. i remember because it was raining really hard the night before. there were no goodbyes but just a gentle brush of your hand against mine. the last touch. that was ages ago. the room had become darker as the days passed but each day i still wait for you to come back. sometimes i would sit by the window and look for your face among the multitudes that pass by and i would just close the panes after the sun has set.
but now i grow tired of sitting and looking out the window. the faces have become blurs in time. the room has gone much darker and i tire.
i feel myself starting to leave.
i shall write about you. about your perfect flaws, your adorable little idiosyncrasies, about your mood swings. i shall pen our conversations, our fights and our tenderness, all written down. ink on paper.
and when it is time i shall put flames to these pages, unread. and send them home to you.
[pens are parker urban matte black and a prototype sonic screwdriver pretending to be a pen.]
secrets come out at night exchanged by people who hardly see each other but know one another. secrets exchanged in confidence and never questioned. just accepted in silence and hopefully understood. i like these secrets that reveal a little of a person’s soul. it takes a lot to show someone else even a small part of one’s real self and its such a relief that in those rare times one doesn’t have to bleed for it.