My pillow seemed harder than usual.
My bed was more firmly set beneath me.
But I was still so tired.
My limbs felt burdened,
I doubted I could lift them
even if I found the motivation
to move. My eyes stayed
closed. I didn't want to see
the bare room with its
bare ceiling and
bare walls.
Everything surrounding me screamed,
I'm alone!
My skull felt much too full.
Wind snuck its way along my body.
Had I left the window open?
My memory was gone,
the holes left behind filled
with images. I didn't recognize
anything at first, disoriented
by my imaginings.
Then I saw a face,
so familiar.
My world paused,
and I was left staring
into intimate eyes. They pulled
at me, urging me forward
with their storm.
I knew these eyes.
It was Her.
Her chin, her lips, her nose...
She said she would meet me.
The portraits in my head
once again moved
with fervor,
flinging their color at my cheeks,
wetting them with memories.
She hadn't come.
I had waited, motionless
until the moon cast an accusatory look
upon my huddled form.
The stars mocked me with
their loyalty in perpetuity.
In better times,
we came here.
Where weeds and vines now clawed to life
our feet once crushed tender shoots
in enthusiasm for one another.
We rested in a bed of leaves,
unbothered by their
fragile pricking veins.
White filtered through the aged picture
wrapped around my brain.
There were voices,
a hand on my cheek,
was it her?
Get help, it said.
But she wasn't there.
I was left to walk in darkness,
detached. I'll stay, it whispered.
Yes, stay. Stay with me and end my seclusion.
I was illuminated for a moment,
the lights magnifying
my suffering.
Are you sure? a distant sound.
The ignition roared in my ears
as I was thrown against my concrete mattress.
He shouldn't have to die alone, it murmured.
But I did.
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If you were confused by what was happening, a man went to meet his lover, but she never came. Then, while he was walking home, he was struck by a vehicle. I'd appreciate feedback on how to make this concept clearer.
