Not sure if this is the right category, and this is a total work in progress, unfinished, unedited, that I started last night. Lots of advice needed, thanks.
It’s New
Year’s Eve and I’m alone, the beach is dark and I shiver slightly in the
cold. The fog is everywhere, can’t see
the road, from just ten feet where I’m on the sand and on my own. I walk the wall, look down to the water, and
there’s a couple in Santa hats smoking on their way home, and I know how it
looks at I stare down to the water, I know it looks like I’m not getting
better, as I step close to the edge, and dart away as the blackness consumes me
and vertigo forces me closer.
It’s New
Year’s Eve and I’m alone, and she calls me up on the phone. She tells me that she misses me, and I hear
her boyfriend in the back saying “baby, kiss me!” and she says she needs to
go. It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m alone,
and this isn’t the way it’s meant to be – I should be somewhere else, I should
be at a party. I should be with her, and
she should be with me, and we could go to parties together and we would be so
happy.
It’s New
Year’s Eve and I’m alone, and she calls me up on the phone. I want to leave her with the dialling tone,
but part of me needs to hear her voice, and know that I’m not on my own. I press the green and ask what she has to
say, and she whispers that she’ll always love me. She whispers she’ll always love me, and it’s
New Year’s Eve and I’m alone, while she sits comfy with her perfect boyfriend
in her perfect home, and he’s soaked in that cologne – expensive I’ll admit,
but it don’t make him a Romeo, and she’s no Juliet, or if she is, I’ve not seen
that side of her yet. And she whispers
she still loves me, and I wonder if this is some kind of bet, some trick to
show me up, to prove I can’t forget her yet.
I hang up
again and I’m on my own. The fuse in a
street lamp suddenly blows and I’m in the dark again. Alone.
Again. And I cry and she doesn’t
see because she never sees and it’s like she’ll never free me – how can I let
go of the one I love when she says she loves me? And I remember the days we’d laze in the park
and the summer breeze, and she’d take my hand resting on my knees and kiss my
mouth and time would freeze.
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