Tell me,
Do you think of me when you two decided to meet lips? Does the notification come off your phone no longer the tune you blissfully await, but the one you willfully ignored?
Do you remember me and everyone sleeping around you, when you two have meetings of mind? Does it count as a fair trade to my shortcoming?
Is this you proving the curse is real?
Once upon a time, we had the world on our feet.
Through your car or my motor, we discharge awful pollution — set us in rapid motion. As we drove miles and miles conquering blazing sun and tranquil moon, as we tread on scorching hot asphalt and wet cold monsoon.
Through this common ground, our paths converged like neutron star collision.
Generating infinite confabulation about the work, the life, and the galaxy. Sprinkled with utmost extensive fantasy.
I long for your stories as you grumbled on your difficult days. The frowning eyebrows, the thinking face, as you toil on your abundant responsibilities.
Your underlip you’d bite whenever you feel anxious or excited.
The warmth of your palm as the berth to cope this tiring life. That crystal clear — ultra reflective eyes that mirror the world.
During the long and hard gaze to this remains, the old you faded away.
Under the heat of my grip, you melted away.
As you gone to many of your festivity, I beg salvation for this prolonged misery.
Our body swirled emphatically, lips pitching hollow apology. Ignoring reality for we knew it was no more than faux empathy.
You and I dance frantically in the face of this destroyed loyalty, for I have cognizant of your conspicuous apostasy.
The long tune had crescendoed to an eventual conclusion.
As this motorized steel carry my hollow body to habitation, mind spiraled in commotion. Each second ticks in agonizing slow motion.
Boundless moments explode questioning every notion, pondering this unnatural selection. Tears cascade in collusion.
In the dawn of the new moon, I saw my world disintegrate to oblivion.
As you steadily vanish at the most distant turn, it is not for long to realize I have found absolution.
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