Author S. K. Nicholas

It’s in the passage of time that passes invisibly. Sometimes, I want to hold you close and say it’ll be forever; only there’s too much junk keeping us apart. The words do their best to pick me up, yet it’s so easy to revert inwards and not feel a thing. I change my mind; I unravel to the sound of a broken clock. The underbelly of the town we walked as children; the restaurants we dined in pretending that things were still okay. Maybe it was for the best, or perhaps we didn’t have it in us for one more fight. Going nowhere as the rain flattens my hair, dreams of a nuclear fallout are never far away. Maybe life will be better with no one else around. With only the road and my shadow to keep me company, perhaps the voices will hush long enough for me to enjoy myself. Twilight and piano music as the nights grow long. Walking hand in hand, the reasons for leaving seem so far away, and yet they speak to me in voices so sweet and forlorn. Unseen letters wrote then unsent. Everything so beautiful in your reflection; from the corner of my eye you appear like an angel on the cusp of enlightenment. Only this mess of living means so little to me. Oh, the tears. The bottles of beer to wash away so many hidden enemies. You have to laugh, but what comes next. What follows war; what follows years of problems and a struggle no one seems to grasp. Where do you go? What do you say? Sensitive lovers tumbling down the rabbit hole. If you can, you can reach out a hand and pull me out. That would be just swell, and I’d promise not to tell unless you wanted me to.