Nov 2011
I hear the clock pendulum swing, your heart stings and I feel my stomach in my throat.
I was your best friend, you were my homie, the walls of trust are crumbling, how do I cope?
“There’s no excuse!” I say, but of course, you know.
You know I wish that I could take it back and I wish you would look back.
You can’t, your plane is boarding, You’re leaving. “This is the final boarding call for Flight 1089.” says the gate attendant. You open your phone, find my name and begin to write me a text, you pause, you stop your habit. It’s time for something new. We’ve tried our time has come and gone.
I’m looking at my phone, praying for a text. It never comes, it’s late, I turn on the shower. The past is forever in eternity, but I’m scrubbing my body as if I can wash it all away, as If I can be clean of the past. Free from it. But the memory is fresh and a fresh canvas is best.
A Betrayal, Soap & A Plane Ticket
Prompt 63
I was your best friend, you were my homie, the walls of trust are crumbling, how do I cope?
“There’s no excuse!” I say, but of course, you know.
You know I wish that I could take it back and I wish you would look back.
You can’t, your plane is boarding, You’re leaving. “This is the final boarding call for Flight 1089.” says the gate attendant. You open your phone, find my name and begin to write me a text, you pause, you stop your habit. It’s time for something new. We’ve tried our time has come and gone.
I’m looking at my phone, praying for a text. It never comes, it’s late, I turn on the shower. The past is forever in eternity, but I’m scrubbing my body as if I can wash it all away, as If I can be clean of the past. Free from it. But the memory is fresh and a fresh canvas is best.
A Betrayal, Soap & A Plane Ticket
Prompt 63
