nothing else to do

Dear You,

You incompetent fool. Watch where you’re going, look at the step! You fumble your way and stupidly play like there is only this day. You’re a fool to think that they can see you . You're a fool to think that it matters what you do. Did you not see the words written on the stone? The words you wrote that defined in your life. They are who you are they are all you’ll ever be, a fool just another one of the worlds disposable tools.

ME

saturday

Dear You,

I almost remember the it felt when her hands ran down my chest, the way it felt when everything faded from me and nothing but her and I mattered. I almost remembered the scent, a soft lingering spice that used to make my heart stall impatiently waiting for that next touch. Just for a moment I was somewhere else, I was someone else.

Just for a moment the world paused and it was me that mattered most. Reality stole me back just seconds before I felt the full rush of the passion flush over my body, reminding me how can't I remember something that I have never felt. Nothing is real, not her nor the words; not the touch nor the flood of the memories that I almost had. Nothing is scared, not for me the words are empty said to comfort in the moment of time but the feeling dies so quickly when you’re out of sight and you’re out of mind.

I almost remember what it was like to be you. Are you still here? Where did you go? Why did you leave here all alone? You, I do very much miss you.

Alone,
Me