Sunday, October 11, 2009
Your eyes are spilling out all over our hands and your tears are like raindrops falling one by one on your chest where a puddle is formed right above the place where your heart now has a hole. Your feet are up on the wooden table and they've been there for so long I'm starting to think the roots from the dead tree are going to start to intertwine with your legs. The room's filled with a stale fog that will never lift and instead of talking, you keep filling your mouth with the smoke of cigarette after cigarette and now the fire alarms going off and it's saying everything you've been trying to say. Screaming the same thing over and over again while you just sit there and stare out the window. I can't even see you through the fog anymore and I'm starting to cough against the sound of the alarm, and I'm reaching out for your hand, but I can't see past my elbow. I'm falling through the haze and right before I hit the cold floor you pull me up next to you. I still can't see you, but I feel you looking at me. All I can hear is that damn fire alarm, but I can feel what you're trying to say through the tight grasp you have on my hand. You won't let go, you'll never let go and neither will I. And that's all you needed to hear.