Trapped In The Margins

I hear the church bell tolling. I hear school children screaming.

It must be time t0 wake up.

It can’t be morning already. I just went to sleep.

I have this stupid grin on my face. This is new. It must be him.

How can a conversation flow so smoothly? It was so effortless.

It was perfect. Too perfect.

It was a thing of dreams. It must have been.

But it wasn’t.

I have hundreds of messages, receipts, and that stupid book.

Comfortable. We were just so comfortable with each other.

Telling each other stories. Asking questions. Digging deeper.

But I couldn’t tell you what really made me pull away.

So I set myself as the villain because it’s what I do best.

And now it’s over.

I can’t bring myself to contact you again.

Goodbye.