Lights, Camera, Reaction

Dear Denial:
The ageing night signalled the end of summer and the life spilled out of the city and into the gutters. The camera clicked and split the atoms of our fake eyed smile so we were digitally lasting and embraced in a lifeless grasp of hands. The tables we sat at were wet with condensation, it was a cold bottle met hot air scenario and we were watching the chemistry in action. How do you say to a person you know that it's safer to bet on being lonely, but not alone? Well, I brushed the side of her face with a pale clammy hand and i saw my reflection in her eyes that answered: you don't. In the end it was just a moment which served as the final memory and our words were false again under blazing spotlights. Behind the scenes and away from the crowd of familiar faces there was a single moment of validity in the form of a parting glance which said "I never, ever seem to get what I want". The hardest part always seems to be finding the words to say.