head in hands
hair pushed back
desparation.
This place was...
where we last spoke
where we last touched
where you last looked in my eyes
an image slowly fading
a tear rolls down my cheek
brush it away
smear of memories past
wet
the sun will come out to dry
soon.
hopefully...soon.
Throat choaked, eyes well
I refuse
emotions like waves
crash against the levy
heart constrained
mind fighting to maintain peace
Still I put on that facade each morning
acting like I no longer care
like my heart no longer
dreams of you
longs for you
Lie after lie
I convince...
no one.
Longingly I look at the stars
slow pulsating red light atop
that unreachable tower
a reminder of my Gatsby struggle
