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The Other Side of Nothing
There were days I could not breathe without seeing you in my shadow. What demon spirit stole them from us? Your sexy laugh would crease the corners of my mouth, as I waited to hear about what nonsense consumed the pages of your day. Now, so much has changed. I am a solitary figure sitting on a damaged park bench, seemingly adrift in the middle of nowhere. I try to understand the fate of winter as it savors the tease of spring, wondering how we came to be stranded on the other side of nothing. Were we simply lovers who carelessly misplaced their love, unable to reclaim what they should have never given away? One survivor of love haunts a house crammed with the remains of memories. The other flew into the darkness to an unknown place, leaving nothing but their skin to be shed. The remains of love are left abandoned on the other side of nothing as the end of day drifts into tiny slivers stained by a gray dusk. I slowly get up from the park bench and begin to make my way towards the sounds of the street, trying to forget my way home. I knew love could be a tricky emotion always in a state of flux, except I never thought it would turn on us. Without either of us knowing why, love stumbled out the door as it closed with a whimper. Perhaps, in the end, love doesn’t change; only the people in love who are left stranded between heaven’s gates and hell’s doors.
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