it bothers me to think that the slippery, delicate morsels of lovewords that fell so easily from your lips to my ears can disintegrate and vanish so utterly.
i can lay awake for hours in the stuffy bedroom, the shades all drawn against the city, and sirens howling outside, and night heaving against the window panes. i can remember how carefully crafted every breath you laced with your sweet nothings seemed.
where did they go, i wonder. were they so insubstantial that once you stopped speaking they simply ceased to exist? or are they somewhere else, in someone else's ear, heating their cheeks and awakening their heartrate? unfaithful declarations! i feel betrayed.
are they recycled, do they reincarnate, have you trapped them in your little dark heart and pressed them down from coal to diamonds? do they glitter, sharp angles, inside you? did they escape out the door the moment you turned your back and become breezes, or raindrops, or a single finch on a winter branch, looking in on me while i sleep?
i like to think they are hiding in corners and lurking in doorways. or maybe they are trapped in my hair. or on a cross-canadian journey, lodged in smoky inns. or, like me, they could be watching from the shadows, and waiting for the perfect moment to re-appear.
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