"Dead End"
The coffee sits on the counter
In a little styrofoam cup
streaked with red lipstick
Post It notes
littered with
scribbled "I love you's"
tacked on the fridge
your dress lies
on the bed
it was strapless
and came slightly
above the knee
your scent
still clings
to the pillow
I replay
old messages
left on the answering machine
just to hear your voice again
woke up this morning
it's been months now
I spend the days
in that corner diner
we used to have lunch at
writing letters to you
that I don't have
the intention of sending
I ran into your sister
the other day
she said you moved away
to Europe somewhere
met some perfect stranger
who finally gave you everything
that I couldn't ever hope to
at night I still go to the same spot
we once shared
when our hearts were full
and the world seemed
brimming with possibilities and wonder
the stars shine brightly
as the moon illuminates
the street I walk on
moving ever forward
until I reach
the inevitable
all the while, I think of you
the desperation, palpable
as I close my eyes
and in that moment,
we are together once more
though forever apart.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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