DJ Dolly Rotten (porcelainapathy) wrote, @ 2004-01-01 22:24:00

Ephemeral as the sun's brief reign
Nightfall bleeds through bright skies, once again to find you reclined on your roof-top with a cigarette pressed between your lips, smoke billowing out of your reach and casting a haze over the ritualistic struggle between sun and moon.
In the last dissolving light, you trace with your tired eyes each pencil-drawn word in the last letter she ever wrote to you. Reading was of no use, really, the words were already etched into your heart and your memory, engraved as if in stone. The penciled markings on the page begin to blur and fade, spiral and contort as the sun withdraws from the sky in defeat.
Beneath the weight of your own resignation, you wonder whether it was right to feel that way, on those nights in your car, as she smiled and breathed truth into your skin. Always the voice of reason. Always letting reality poison your dreams. Passion is overrated, anyway.
Exhaling a last cloudy breath, your cigarette meets its finale in the worn paper at your side. Where a timelessly flowing script once expressed "Love always," now bares an ashen void, much like the one in your heart at this moment, empty of color and clarity.
The moon diseminates a melancholy coldness into the sultry night air, numbing your lifeless cheeks so as to keep you from feeling the tears cascade down them as you take your lighter to the corner of her letter. The scorched paper curls and blackens at your hand, the words it once bore erased completely and forever. You had forgotten what they meant to you quite some time ago, and it only seemed right to watch them cauterize beneath your fingertips this way.
Pertinacious in your solitude, hapless in your grief--you let your heavy eyelids slip closed. Your head bows slightly in regret. Symphonies of crickets lapse into a melancholy serenade, in sorrow for your lost love. Bright, blinding love--ephemeral as the sun's brief reign. Their sympathetic melody does little to solace your grief, but passion is overrated, anyway.

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