I have dust on my soul and lipstick on my lips. I smile at you and wish you a night. We do not want to stay in the same place. We know that promises are meaningless and that love is illogical. We know that the most sincere wishes are made when the light goes out.
We temporarily love each other for hours and forget about ourselves. We forget about ourselves, we forget about the world, we forget about unspoken thoughts and permanent regrets. We fit in perfectly but not with each other. Permanence is never permanent, night turns into day, desires turn into fantasies, and we forget about each other.
In the middle of the day you only remember the smile at midnight. You can feel the scent on your shirt and you remember how you took off my dress. You still hear the sound of heels as I stepped open to open your door and you still long for the taste of the scotch I tasted in my mouth.
My dear, your shirt has never been on you as it sits on me. We didn't catch a sunrise together, but we have dozens of sunsets imprinted on our retinas from a now-abandoned balcony. We don't have time anymore and we know that no one can offer more than that. Me because I can't, you because you don't want to.
In the morning fog we return to what we are. Two defective people, who offer roses only at funerals and smiles only when we turn off the light. We would find ourselves in a sea of people, but we still wouldn't stay together. Finding our routine is a waste of time. We cannot look, we cannot give up on each other and we will never stay with each other.
