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The Last Chapter I am through with this... There was once a time (not so
long ago) when I welcomed evenings with open arms and ready words, for
I knew you'd saunter through the shadows with all your unintended nonchalance...and
steal my sighs away. You haven't made an appearance since too long,
and although I miss your carelessly gentle ways, my love has been replaced
with indifference. No words have been exchanged in nearly a month. No
words have been exchanged in ages. There are no words to fill the silence
that you've left - intentionally. Would it be so exasperating just to
let me know you're alive? To tell me of your days? Your nights? To sacrifice
a few moments of your precious hours to say I miss you ? I love you
? Perhaps you do not feel the same tiny daggers that pierce the tender
skin of my heart's memory. I have no way of knowing, and I will not
ask. Silence and shadows will shade us from each other until you find
your way through them - if you find your way through them. You shall
not know my voice again. These days were not ours; I know that now.
You were a vision that I conjured, an idea, an illusion, and I loved
you. What a tragedy - to love a character that someone else created.
We were merely the last few chapters of a breathtaking novel. The story
ends here? |