DISCLAIMER: Spike's not mine. He belongs to Joss. I'm just borrowing him. James Wright's style isn't mine, either. I'm just borrowing it.

NOTE: Spike's POV. Post "Crush."



1 Unrequited in Sunnydale, California



The lyric moment

Pinned, wriggling, to a board

Cannot begin to grasp the complexity

Of the instant it recalls.



How to describe in just a few phrases

The angle of the night

Fierce without shadow

The way her hair shone

The look of her eyes

The pain in my throat



How to connect in just a few words

My breathless confession

Haphazard sentences

How she laughed

How it killed me

How I gnawed despair



Surely words are not enough.