Nothing lasts forever.
So I hope the vision of you,
running barefoot
through the cold wet grass
in the black of night,
soon fades.
A streetlight lit your silhouette
and I nearly stopped
as I heard the echo of your voice
crackle with held back tears,
begging me not to leave.
Still I sped off, I turned the corner
and the last page of our chapter together.
"Taking a break" was your way of progressing towards permanence. One week would become two, would become three, would become forever. Because "taking a break" is the long way to "breaking up" and I refuse to continue to put my life on hold in order for you to continue fumbling around in the dark. A streetlight lit your silhouette, yet you remain simply a shadow.
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