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By spaceman Date: 2003 Apr 28 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.28.15.44.3484]] |
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She's far too classy to tell me in so many words that it won't work out because I am a spineless loser. She implies that this is my doing, that I have chosen one love, one need over another. She packs her bag, the one she unpacked here so very few months ago and she kisses me softly on the lips, goodbye, managing to muster a tear or two before she leaves me alone again. And in the night that follows I am wracked by visions of my life what will be what cannot be what I should change and cannot, and the spiral of regret that pulls me down inside myself is almost enough to convince me that I have to find a way out of the rabbit hole that there is a way back to who I was before I gave in to me. |