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Wednesday, January 17, 2007
took a ride on suicide.romance.
category: storytelling.
i want it to end with a brilliant bang. one of those flamboyant movie-star endings, with explosions and fireworks and planes racing through the sky. there will be a train crash, i know.
i picture it perfectly in my mind, the scenery washing our windows a little too quickly and fiercely.
the train tracks will come to a halt but we will not, we will be tangled up in this unkempt rage of speed and fury,
this trajectory of silent violence - the curve of locomotion heading downwards
- this is how it will end. we will be keeling over, knees scraping the carpet floor of the train cabin, sliding towards nothingness.
i will be clutching blindly at your hands and fingers (fingers calloused with the ache of holding mine)
- and this is what i will do. i will look into your eyes for the first time,
and i will kiss you, and i will say: hello. this is me.
i love you.
when you called me your voice fizzed and died,
and the dial tone stretched crazily across my mind:
a long-drawn breath, unending.
the same unwavering note
reassuring
me
of
your
disappearance.
you could be thinking about me today
and i could be thinking about you tomorrow.
but at those very moments
we could also both be thinking about each other
at exactly
the same time.
i wish.
i wish i cld hate you.
posted by sharonk on
10:27 PM