Biding The Time

When your lover is away your eyes recollect tears quickly and easily and your throat is full of frogs. This evening is damned and the only saving grace is the astringent brew in your glass. Your creeping sadness licks at your heels as it follows you from room to room, yelping and yowling for your remembrance. Carry it and it flays the flesh, release it and your mind snaps from the resounding recoil of the elastic, ever-healing burden.

The faces on the screen all look like facets of pain and suffering and I can’t help but weep for them.

All I want is to envelope them in my arms and soothe their woes away.

The faces on the screen and look like facets of pain and suffering and I can’t help but weep for myself.

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