And meanwhile she was on the opposite side of the screen dying inside.
So bold of a person to hurt her so bad.
So carelessly really. While he lived and loved as if she never existed.
But she couldn't forget his existence.
While he erased her touch, her lip prints.
She retraced his silhouette, tried to remember the feel of their intertwined ligaments.
He goes on realizing she was a mere speed bump, an interruption.
The last mistake of his youth.
And she sits wondering if she was in love alone.
Somewhere in wisconsin a little black girl dreams a love she will never know from a little black boy that left her to love alone.