For you
Before all cities were lost, I remember the times you came to me. When the time was still time, holding up between buildings and streets, running low with the last heat of the day that slips through the shadows brought by the night.The first time I met you, I had that tingling inside me we have when we are about to meet someone new. Days didn't stop, birds didn't fly slower in the burning air. We were just to strangers brought by the days about to come.
We were apart for almost a continent and brought together for the same dream. We would not kiss, hold hands, or dream about meeting again after that. We were just two lost souls swimming in the same fishbowl years after years.
We talked for the hours we would never had as ours, till I kissed you goodbye and saw you walking away.
Days were the same for both of us. Like we never met, like the world trying to forget.
The sun was running low now. The last breath of something lost in the air of a summer breeze. The shadows were running longer, stretching their arms through the sidewalks, embracing the buildings that welcomed the night.
It would be in the night that I would see your eyes for the first time. The precise moment where our eyes crossed each other between a thin curtain of something in the air, and the thick music that filled my lungs.
Our hands almost touched each other. My blood ran rushed by the things I never had, by those moments I wouldn't get. You kept listening to the music, lying your eyes in me when I tried to forget. I wanted to grab your hand, push you into another place. Kiss you in a distant country where we didn't belong, hold you still through places were we would never be. While I tried to pretend it wasn't there. The darkness growing inside you, inside me, pulling us under our thoughts.
The night has settled and we were alone. In a bar, listening to the music before she disappeared. Drinking from those moments that run by us like rabbits. Your eyes crossed through mine, over and over again. Looking to the darkness that grew inside, not fearing it, but admiring what it might become.
Before the goodbye, I hold you up again, still. Hoping you wouldn't dissolve in molecules taken by the nightly wind.
Now I was alone, and you lost somewhere else, inside someone's dream.
Now I was alone, and you weren't there.
What hurts the most, was being so close and watching you walk away.
posted by Fil @ 00:53
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