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..: Loki :..
02/15/09, 11:49 PM
I've returned to the place we first met.
This awkward silence hangs, tangible, in the air.
Permeating my oxygen with poisonous vapors of malice and brokenheartedness.

I sit on a fallen pillar under "our tree"
>Symbolism?
Tears well and stream,
I don't know what's let to say.
so I begin to pray.

I pray that no matter where you are,
you are happy and loved.
I shake as I pray the last phrase.
"I hope you have the life I could never give."

For a moment everything smells sweet and smokey.
I swear I can see her standing between two rows of graves.
Her breath hanging heavy in the air for a moment,
like she had been chasing after me, finally catching up.

But I know it's a lie.

Because not only did you never mean a word you ever said,
you never ever existed in the first place.