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By darrius57 Date: 2003 Feb 25 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.25.21.27.12376]] |
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Lighting the last of the second pack of cigarettes I look through the darkened window. The placid moonlit night surrenders to dark wet vapor moving across the sky. Clouds filled with tears, they fill my heart, my being, my soul crying for redemption. Betrayal was not the intent, but that is how it turned out as I sat in silence. No words I uttered as she waited by my side wanting to know "What's the matter?" Brooding in self pity at the words she spoke before, loving me, but not like that. Now I sit again in the silence of my own little box, my head doing cartwheels. Pages flip through my mind and I see the selfishness of my thoughtless act. I'm sorry. No place to run, no place to hide, curling up into a ball, the fetal position. It provides no comfort for I have betrayed a friend. No call in sight just silence. She was right all along, let it go, walk away we'll be friends. But long years alone made greed for love, wanting to be with the one, the only, with her. The silence, the selfish need to have her love me was my betrayal and now I sit alone. This is not the time or the place for us and all the love I have for her I betrayed. I'm sorry. |