Where did you go? When I needed you most you left me. I saw you. I saw you. You were there. Around me. Floating. Maybe like an angel out of the corner of my eye. Flirting, laughing, making a mockery of me. Of my emotions. And I’d turn to face you, you were gone. Disappeared. Back into a crowd of people. The music, so loud. Pounding. You. Me. It’s the only thing I can do — you drove me to this. Here. I’m all that’s left. Can’t you see? I weep for us. I truly do. There’s nothing left but pain between us. In the space between us. In the air between us. Zeno, the tortoise and Achilles, when ever closer isn’t good enough. But if that were really true, why do I miss you so badly? Is it like junk? Easier to just keep self-destructing rather than deal with withdrawal? Why do you avoid me? Is that why you do? I saw you there, at that party. You were there, weren’t you? Pushed around while Earth, Wind and Fire played on the stereo. I want to scream. It isn’t even September. I am frantic. Frantic with you.
Am I happy?
I am happy.
And?
I want to scream.
Am I truly content?
I am content.
And?
I scream.
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