Valediction.

Like fainéant royalty, we squandered and profaned what we had so cautiously constructed in the spring equinox of almost 4 years past. Our hands no longer held, our eyes averted and our hearts (or at least my own) in languished ruin; the season of separation has come early this year.

It was my decision and wish for the idiopathic hush. Yet, your readiness to agree has shattered my resolve and coloured my thoughts red (the same shade on the dress you never wore). I decide to disappear into the depths of the pensive hollow.

And you will not find me, not even with Columbian instincts nor your dulcet calls for my return (not that you will).

Alas, i will never again see the airport lounge in your eyes.

~ by cryhavok on December 16, 2007.