emilyemilyemily
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act I
we meet.
i'm nervous, laughing too much, tripping over my words
because i've never met anyone quite like you.
your skin smells like salt and like the earth. you tell me
that you don't wear cologne because it gives you headaches.
your smell makes me smile, so i don't mind.
act II
we're lying in bed.
i'm okay with the silence that rises to greet us
as long as you're here.
you insist that we go somewhere,
get out for a bit, see the world,
because you didn't drive nine
goddamned hours to lie here
and do nothing for three days
but i dissent, and we eventually resolve
just to be. nothing makes me feel quite like
being here with you, even in white-hot silence.
act III
you're leaving.
i bury my face in your shoulder and
inhale your salty, earthy scent.
i weep openly, unembarrassed
although people are obviously staring at us.
with my face between your palms, i tell you
that this isn't over yet.
act IV
the end has come.
sighing, you tell me you wish
this hadn't happened.
you maintain that we never
should have been what we were.
both of us were far too fragile for this.
i agree.
we meet.
i'm nervous, laughing too much, tripping over my words
because i've never met anyone quite like you.
your skin smells like salt and like the earth. you tell me
that you don't wear cologne because it gives you headaches.
your smell makes me smile, so i don't mind.
act II
we're lying in bed.
i'm okay with the silence that rises to greet us
as long as you're here.
you insist that we go somewhere,
get out for a bit, see the world,
because you didn't drive nine
goddamned hours to lie here
and do nothing for three days
but i dissent, and we eventually resolve
just to be. nothing makes me feel quite like
being here with you, even in white-hot silence.
act III
you're leaving.
i bury my face in your shoulder and
inhale your salty, earthy scent.
i weep openly, unembarrassed
although people are obviously staring at us.
with my face between your palms, i tell you
that this isn't over yet.
act IV
the end has come.
sighing, you tell me you wish
this hadn't happened.
you maintain that we never
should have been what we were.
both of us were far too fragile for this.
i agree.
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