It was a Sunday.
The skies where grey and the clouds above
Threatened to shed their tears.
We drove through misted streets,
We drove through time.
To a night I will remember.
The dark sky grew darker as night approached,
And rather than go home,
We sat in the darkening darkness. The emptiness.
And the familiarity of the concrete lot began to sink in.
Memories poured from your mouth, your eyes sad. Scared.
The sounds made by your tongue fell around me,
Building a cage.
I tried to let the words resonate with me.
I lost so much in that moment...
You narrated the tragic tale and my ears listened,
Not completely understanding.
Not completely believing.
When I saw her face.
When I saw her smug lips.
The lips that gave birth to the kiss of death.
Inside, all gave away.
Slowly, it grew.
My chest burned.
My mind raced.
The thudding mass within, pulsed.
Furiously, it beat with saddened passion.
It spread the fear.
It spread the ache,
Until I could feel it