Waiting for the bus, I smoke to pass the time while you suffer alone in God’s curse complaining that your belly hurts and you’re going to be sick. It’s not that I’m uncaring, it’s just there’s not much I can do to help you. After all, it’s God, and I’m just a little man. Just a bug waiting to be splattered on the sidewalk. Scowling at me as I roll another, you put as much distance between us as you possibly can while making sure to give me the evols. Every time I look at you, you snap your head back pretending you don’t care, and then when I shift my gaze, you give me the evols again until you get my attention. This wet weather doesn’t help either. It makes you irritable, and although I do love you, when you get pissy the only thing I want to do is push you into the path of oncoming traffic. The peace and quiet would be a relief, but I could never do it. Despite the irritation you cause, you’re the most beautiful creature there is, and even when you stand there giving me your best dirty look, I can’t help but give you my best hyena smile. This, of course, pisses you off more than anything, because you can’t help but smile back. Circling around you like a cat, I paw at your jacket and face until you let me in. Slapping the cigarette out of my hand, you kiss me on the chin and hold me tight. All around us are people in their own little worlds. People who don’t see. People who don’t want to see. They stand there looking so doomed as if this life were the one thing they didn’t want to be a part of. Some talk on their phones, while others look down at the ground, and then there are those that just stare into the distance as if resigned to their fate. As I sniff your hair and kiss you on the head, you tell me about the dream you had. You were in a field of sunflowers, and the sky was as yellow as their petals. From time to time you look up at me making sure I’m still paying attention. When it appears as if I’m not, you stop and give me some more evols until I’m right back with you. This field, it seemed to stretch forever, and you were floating several inches off the ground feeling as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning. Describing each detail with a smile on your face, I caress the small of your back as the bus we’re waiting for comes into view causing those nearby to surge forwards.

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

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