Paper Wishes and Forget-Me-Not Kisses
Fill the silence and litter the air
He stands. He stands, but falls back down, because muscles are too tired to stretch and support weight. He feels dizzy. Nauseous. Even confused. But he ignores it; it would go away sooner or later-just like everyone else in his life.
Memories crash and roll around him like a tidal wave. Memories of her and her voice, her skin, and her (unrequited) love. He coughs, sputters, and falls to the ground. He doesn't bother to get back up, and just lies still. He just lies still, and cries.
He cries, and for the first time, he isn't ashamed.
She runs. She runs, leaps, jumps, and steals. How long has it been since she stole? Too long. She runs and runs, away from the memories, but they give chase and swallow her like night to day. She trips and falls and bleeds. She spits out his name, thinking it can just leave. But it doesn't.
And she falls and cries and it rains, so she curls up and sleeps.
But this time around, she doesn't dream of a shy voice and green shell.
This time around, they both cry and dream in separate worlds.
They cry and they try to sleep and try to dream of a land that was once filled with paper wishes and forget-me-not-kisses.