She switched off then. He spoke and she switched off. He
croaked and she switched off. He could choke and she would switch off. Working
was not what they had been doing. She watched him, dazed, confused and
altogether misused by her. She should feel guilty, but she didn’t, she felt
tired. Tired of his mired existence and his desperate, angry pulls at her very
soul, sucking every bit of life she had out of her; through her words of
comfort, hugs of consolation and lies of regret. She nodded in slow motion,
pausing at each scheduled time, as he lamented her with his own words of woe
and looked to her, slow now, no desperation but a final plea; please, see me. Can you see me?
She turned away, disgusted with herself because she could
not see him. She could only see herself, reflected in his empty eyes that only
saw her, a reflection she despised. It’s
time. Her eyes spoke the words her mouth could not utter, and there was a
flutter. Just for a moment, every utterance of pure sweet love that had been
pelted at her melted, warmth washed over her, glossed over for a second. Not
even a minute or two to be measured, but just for one second she loved him
truly, wholly and without remorse. Of
course she thought, my lonesome heart
knows that this is how it always goes, and this is how I always go. Goodbye
was hard, a good life was harder.
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