It was a million years ago today that we met. Your smile sickly sweet with a hint of regret and your words unpalatable. I was a master of penmanship and my normally steady hand was awake with a vibrating shaking that came from deep inside my nervous system.
It was a million years ago today that we met and I still remember the uncertainty flairing up between us as we talked about Sundays and where we would spend them. I asked for a notepad and pen so i could empty my head onto pages of margined and lined paper. All in order for the purposes of cataloguing my self destruction.
It was a million years ago today that we met and I loved you, and the same amount of time since I melted and sank into my electric chair, with a view of the city reaching out to grey sky. There were glances from nearby, and strange messages, and creaking of footsteps approaching the situation with cautious ease. It was clear that we were crumbling.
It was a million years ago today that we met, and I was awkwardness personified.
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