Isn't it sweet how Jesse always closes the window for Suze before she wakes up? Aww.
Ha. Well, there you go.
This, once again, popped out of my ass. Someone mentioned the whole window thing a while ago . . . I can't remember who, exactly. But there you go.
Another fictional fart.
- 8 -
The Window Was Open.
Fog rolled in one morning
The sun was barely dawning
I could scarcely breathe
My heart upon my sleeve.
- 8 -
Something wasn't right.
The sunshine wasn't bright
A bitter, endless cold
Had me in an iron hold.
- 8 -
Restless, still half-sleeping
My heart began its leaping
An absence made me shake
Tried breathing, for life's sake.
- 8 -
And suddenly, I knew
The absent thing was you
The window was open.
The window was open.
- 8 -
Air was choked with mist
My lips could not be kissed
My blood began to drain
And then, oh then, the pain . . .
- 8 -
I felt so very numb.
I called; you didn't come.
So scared, I screamed your name
I knew I was to blame.
- 8 -
The night before we'd yelled
No fury was withheld.
You told me to just go to bed
Your voice echoed in my head.
- 8 -
But then, I knew so well
You were gone now, I could tell.
The window was open.
The window was open.
- 8 -
I said I hated you.
I said you could get screwed.
I said things, well, I lied.
And now . . . I'm terrified.
- 8 -
My skin was cold and ashen
You offered no compassion.
How could you, since you were gone?
How could you have moved on?
- 8 -
I'm sorry that I hurt you
My shouts of rage were not true.
Without you, I can't breathe.
Why did you have to leave?
- 8 -
Pain fell from my eyes
I broke down and cried
The window was open.
The window was open.
- 8 -
And the cold was killing me.