i like chewing gum that loses its flavor quickly. i don't need to be entertained; simply to have something other than my tongue to think on.
for years this city hasn't worked for me. i thought if i gave us some time apart, a moment to breathe, that i could come back and we could have a fresh start. for a brief time, she cradled the life i had dreamed of in her temporarily sun-drenched palms. i caught a glimpse of what i thought was the way it was supposed to be.
she reminded me that they never forget, not in the end. familiarity is conducive to a sense of ownership and entitlement. little did i know i had long ago soured whatever relationship we might have had, and that she could never forgive me. here i thought she had no idea.
i know, i have to go away. oh cat, it's hard, but it's harder to ignore it, isn't it?
everywhere i look i see dead ends and only the foreign light of a shrouded sun will show me what lies at the end of my tunnel.
