Out in the shade of the morning with the crisp air and light frost on the leaves, we wake up in eachother's arms to the sound of a car on a nearby road. "Don't let go of me," I say. But you must go, and we both know it. On our bed of fallen leaves and broken sticks, you kess me, get up, and stretch. Without even a whisper of "I love you," you leave me alone to lament in silence. I don't even see you glance back at me with a single tear rolling down your cheek.
Author notes
"The result of joining two solitudes will always be a greater solitude." ~Pedro Luis
A contest entry
- Quote Prompt by Hija of the King.
500 points, ended October 11, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
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