Silence descends upon us as the walls behind you catch fire. They do so only as the glass windows allowed shafts from the late sun into the house. You lean back at the golden backdrop and close your eyes. I swear I have not seen you this beautiful in such a long time. I have forgotten how you looked when you scrunch your nose like that. Or when your eyebrows try to reach hands at the middle. I have forgotten. Only to remember at this moment when you are about to slip away.
And you slip out the door and onto the road. Away, away, away. You forget to say goodbye. But perhaps it is not really necessary to resonate what our hearts are already screaming: Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
I tug the curtains and they fall to veil the road and your retreating back. I wait for the curtains to catch fire. They settle for the sunlight. I should too. I settle for a sun-drenched abode without you in it.
Why would you? =(
Oh heeeyyyyy did you just post this question?