I have a problem, one I need to solve, quickly. This problem only exists when you're around, it's a noise, the sound of your breathing.
I loved you, adored the bones of you, but your inertia drained that away.
The only thing you gaze at lovingly is the laptop, its keys the only thing you stroke.
I've given up trying to get your attention, maybe if I was a program you could download you might give me some of your time.
What if I could ride a unicycle?
like the bear with the bleeding umbrella, who mockingly sits with more grace than I could muster on such a vehicle
I meant to pen a goodbye note ergo the pen and blank page
but couldn't think of anything to write, re. us it couldn't be apter as now all I feel is nothing.
We have disappeared into nothingness
Will you even notice I have gone?
YOU ARE READING
Nowhereville
General FictionSad tale of the end of a marriage hopefully a happy ending. No idea yet as this is really just something that popped into my head so I'm writing it down or losing it definitely a work in progress. Unedited any help with that appreciated.
