chai

The chai leaves a taste that reminds me of you in the dark in my bed and how you looked away all night. "I think I'm falling in love," I whispered and I realized that such a confession should not be a plea. I watched the implications play on your shoulders as you walked out my front door and I knew that this would be the first of thirteen incomplete goodbyes. Five days later I gained a year and the freedom to fuck whomever I want, but all the fucking I've known has been followed by the word 'over' because no one plays the game as well as you do. Or did. Past Tense is your middle name and I hope all those moments that you keep alive will keep you alive while you're alone in your cell. Prison is a dangerous place, and you're right, you're no survivor.

written novermber 20, 2007