Fantasy

There will be no final confrontation. Nor a chance to win her back or prove your love. She doesn't care enough to miss you. Your illusions otherwise are a fiction you designed to hurt yourself. Grow up. Harden your heart, and move on.

Could you ever know?

If you ever knew, what I selfishly held to, but now I decide.

Dr. Who

I left you in bed, but I wish your smile was here, beside me in time.

Small decisions, large deaths.

I took your picture. Gazing upon it I fell... And continue to.

The night before you left town.

Words that crush like bolts She said something cruel, he cried She lived a past life

Watching the iceberg.

Insecurity.

Today

Is not the day I thought it was.  A week more to celebrate your life and mourn your passing.

If

If I run from this, who will step from the door, and will you still be there?

Insecurity. Fingers open, hands release. I turn and see your smile, but a blinding crack of the fallout waits ahead. We may as well be blindfolded skeletons. Just bones going through the motions as we dance towards where we shall be entombed. One day we will look back at pictures and know that we were once truly alive.