Who is it that I’ve so easily evolved
in to?
I stare for hours into the mirror
hanging loosely from my bedroom door.
Yet I cannot spy any difference.
Not one.
Does that beg the question that the
changes have only taken an internal toll?
I’m pasting each memory to the
forefront of my mind.
Examining each one to find the exact
moment it leeched inside me and caused such a drastic transformation.
But all I find are more and more
examples of each change of mind.
I sprawl myself out in bed.
And betwixt a plethora of pillows and
sheets I stumble across an ultimatum.
That maybe all this looking is forlorn
from a proper examination.
Maybe.
It’s not the recent events that were
the catalyst of all my change.
But a dose of adrenaline that had
simply sped up the process.
Was I always changing?
Is there no rut that I could fall
into?
And I’m just too blind to notice?
A tap at the window.
A mumbled “Come in.”
Eyes too tired to even open; I am only
left to hear the creak of the opening window, the light footsteps that sneak
across the floor, and the familiar scent that drifted passed my nose as her
warm body slipped into my bed.
“Tired?” She asks quietly and I shake
my head.
“Just deep in thought.” I respond
before opening my eyes and seeing her beautiful face.
She was dressed quite peculiarly.
Attractive.
She looks at me a moment.
“Want to be?”
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