Unsent

[xunpredictablel]

|Title| Untitled.
|Rating| PG.

So, I suppose the stars are bright tonight.
And although I wish the world weren't turning, it is.
And I'm still walking, trembling, stumbling.

And I suppose my blessings are counted.
I guess my ways are set.
But is this normal?
This gleaning sense of regret.

I think I've always sensed this,
This creeping of goodbye.
A button on my fingertips that I'm so tempted try.

But then your eyes water in the "wonder" which is me.
And I can all but cower in my silent sanctity.
I watch you passing by, crossing on the street.
I feel my buzzing fingertips but have no will to meet
your gaze.

I know I'll leave this unsent-
Gathering yellow edges and fading away.

Because how can I tell?

I've lost my strength in us and
All my hope in you is gone.

I used to have your soul at my fingertips but I still can't feel your skin.
You're just as human as everyone else...
And you can't save me, then.

I'm sorry.

[Alicia's Ghost]

This has made me unaccountably sad. It was simple, as if the words had been tumbling through your head for a while, and when it came down to writing it, you were so tired of it, it just ... slipped quietly onto paper. Reading this feels like death, though perhaps that is unfair of me to say. I read defeat between the lines, weariness, an exhaustion that goes beyond the body, as if the very bones have melted with pieces of your soul and you can no longer bare the pain.

I do not know if you've been wronged by him, or if it is just a growing chaffing that has bled you dry, but the vulnerability that seeps out from this simplicity is a little alarming.

I do hope you're okay. Regret is painful, but don't linger in the guilt, or it'll taint you for the rest of your life.