I banished him from my mind for a few moments as I was walking home. I had crossed the interstate and made my way down a dusty hill of dried up roadside vegetation. At the bottom I stopped to pull hitchhikers off the hem of my dress. I knew I felt pain and that it was related to love. The turbulence of my current situation seemed wasted on a love so short, gone so swift without a care. The emotion of loneliness was forever embedded in my blood. It was flowing for him, oh so hot, and now it is blue with cold. Like him. Like me.
Cold. Cold. Cold.
I knew Dave was someone I could never have. I could not live his life of death, yet what was I living now? Being without him seems even worse and so I allow the thoughts of him to return, promoting interior pain and mental torture all for the small pleasure of dreaming of his existential nearness. I suppose nobody loves the same. I do tend to get all involved! The first intensity I felt upon meeting Dave was all good. I know I love him still. I just don’t understand! My present is a farce, for it hardly exists at all. No one notices me. I have a home and a name but that is the extent of my identity. I might as well be dead. So, yes, Dave—Come For Me!
Come For Me Now!
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