“…I think tonight should be the last night I see you.”
You bend over to pick up a dandelion, disturbing the ebb and flow of ants approaching then retreating back to their holes.
Make a wish, you say.
They crawl up from the pavement to dance around a sticky pool of nectar, spilling from the weed you picked. I sit watching the smoke leave your lungs; theres something caught and suspended in the breath that once filled you.
You always gave me weeds when I deserved roses.
Inhale, exhale; the seeds spill everywhere. You do nothing but watch now; my words flow like ants through their tunnels, intrigued by the sudden aroma of nectar on scorched concrete. They crawl through capillaries and veins, suddenly appearing at the mouth. They march out to take everything back into their homes- the sweet nothings whispered in ears, the sugar coated versions of why you wouldn’t stay. They even carry the sticky mess of why you still choose to hang around.
Tonight's the last night I see your breath in the darkness, the smoke leave your lungs, the look in your eyes. Goodbye-make a wish. Wish that you stayed longer. Wish that you knew what to say. Wish that I could say –“I love you…” and mean it.
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Im glad to see you've started writing again, and with a bang to i might add. This is amazing, good flow and wicked imagery. I love your connections of things, your words like ants in their tunnels, brilliant!
Hope to see more in the future, take care.
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Perfect
This is an amazing write. Very touching. I love the imagery you used in this and how you chose to writ about something that is experianced by people everywhere.
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WoW
I was stunned by the metaphors and imagery here. This has got to be the most awe-inspiring "I'm Done with You" pieces I have ever had the pleasure to read. Fantastic write. Yours in poetry,
Gypsy
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absolutely brilliant so vivid so gripping so sad just amazing thanks littlefishone
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the last lines were brillaint !
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