Monologue.

The rain beat gently against the shut window where you sat, staring out at the sky as if it beckoned to you. I have kept my distance table’s length, steeped in my wonderment and admiration for your stargazing buoyancies which you make no effort to conceal. Needless to say, i was taken aback when you took my hand and placed it against the frosted glass.

“The sky has weeped ceaselessly since you’ve strayed from me. Why do you not alleviate its dolour?” She whispered, never turning away from the vista.
I did not speak, lest i forfeit my current disposition with you, as i have understood that your distaste levies strongly on inventive cecity.

“You pride yourself as a storyteller? Then pray thee, tell me a story.” Your eyes do not mock, and your face lay honest; your words have never obnubilated your capricious intentions.

“My incomprehension confounds me and i will never completely translate you. You, with all your immoderate delights and misanthropic immanence.
How do i prove to you that i am not as earthbound as you would construe, that like you, i have concealed my wings for the better part of my life. I am in abeyance, just like you, waiting to soar into the sky that we gaze at with so much fascination.” My heart pleads, but i was wont to offer the same placid countenance that i am steadily growing to despise.

“I see.” I had pulled you from your abstraction and you afforded me a wistful smile; i am in love with your nonchalance.

An affirmation; This is not how we were, but this is how i will always remember you, for my heart has inherited you (you, with all your immoderate delights and misanthropic immanence).

~ by cryhavok on March 3, 2008.