Starless - Poem by Bryony Sheldon
I'd like to say he looked sad,
Or a little guilty, even,
But I knew that in that present moment
He couldn't feel a damn thing.
We were standing under the willow tree,
It wasn't humid, but the air was so hot,
Yet he seemed so cold, so disconnected.
There wasn't a single damn star in the sky
And the moon was hiding in robes of clouds.
When he looked into my pupils
With those glass eyes of his,
He didn't need to say a damn thing,
I knew exactly what was coming,
But he opened his mouth,
His dry voice scraping against my skin:
But the thrill is gone…"
After that, he walked back to his Camaro
And left me behind for the last damn time.
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