Standing In The Views Of Us.

A dream from two perspectives

Standing In The Views Of Us.

 

Me (Female):

I stand on the railing of the bridge, my shoes beside me in ritual.

My heart is slow as the tears that trickle.

I whisper your name and live one last moment of warmth.

I stare into the depths below, flashing red and blue, a distant illusion.

I close these dead eyes and inhale deeply, counting slowly.

One outcome to be fulfilled.

I lean forward so slowly.

Two lives to ruin into the ends of this earth.

My feet lose touch of reality.

Three heart beats too slow.

Wind whips my hair and I keep in the dark as I go down head first.

Warm arms never hold me but fingers grasp my wrists.

A body curls around mine, but I am still falling.

I whisper in my head all the words I once said.

Life is cruel and takes everything into blackness.

I’ve let it take me, love.

And I am too far gone to say three words that life cannot steal.

It’s over.

 

Me (Male):

I drive up the road as fast as I can, my hands beating the dash.

Inside this cage is a beating vicious as the salt threatening to brim.

I curse this pain and live one last moment of hope.

I stare at you on the railing, a grow of fearing distant illusions.

I close these burning eyes for a moment and inhale deeply, counting slowly.

One outcome to be fulfilled.

I throw the doors open, running as you lean so slowly.

Two lives to ruin into the ends of this earth.

I scream your name as your feet lose touch of reality.

Three heart beats too slow.

I will not let you go as I throw myself overboard.

My fingers curl around those frail wrists and pulls me down.

I scream everything I should have said into your neck.

I was so cruel to take everything into blackness.

Don’t go, oh, don’t f*****g go without me!

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It’s over.