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She couldn’t say it hurt exactly, but it was poignant
Looking out her back door without even meaning to and catching a glimpse of him walking away

He’s walking away--she’s packing her suitcase on her own once again. Taking the indifference and the useless promises and the dull ache in her chest and shoving them in her tattered bag. She’s taking it and cursing it as she pushes it with a vengeance off the precipice and into the swirling Potomac, feeling the churning waters closing over her head along with her baggage. Taking a cheap matchbook from the gaudy restaurant they used to solicit, desperately trying to get one to ignite and engulf the bridge that no longer even connects them, two souls in separate spheres who somehow fell into each other in the abyss.

As the rage begins to subside she panics, trying to recover and rebuild and recollect and just let go and move on…but it’s all been lost to the unforgiving Potomac.

Consciously she sees it, feels it…all these sensations she’s heard about for years that are suddenly smacking her in the face. As beautiful and tender as loving another--is just being free. Feeling her metaphorical wings begin to span on their own once more.
Standing on the edge of a cliff and screaming her lungs out
Letting her hair loose in the turbulent winds of the freeway
Being lulled to sleep by that all-too-familiar feeling of dried tears on chapped cheeks
Sobbing and finding solace on that long-neglected paternal lap
Realizing she is her own lover, her own best friend, the best thing that ever has and ever will happen in her life. She never disappoints, never fails…and it’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. Beautiful in her perfect composure, her absolute sadness.

It’s still not enough to take away the pain inside.

He’s walking away.

And even as it hurts so much to lose him, it hurts even more that he’s all around her. On the radio, in her first period class, lingering on her favorite jeans, every random wisp of thought that enters her head--he’s there.

He’s walking away--getting further and further, running all night and trying to shed all responsibility.
But he’s still there.
And all she wants is to rip her eyes away, grab him and not care and just toss him away
Watch him struggle and drown in the depths of the Potomac

Description
She couldn’t say it hurt exactly, but it was poignant
Looking out her back door without even meaning to and catching a glimpse of him walking away

He’s walking away--she’s packing her suitcase on her own once again. Taking the indifference and the useless promises and the dull ache in her chest and shoving them in her tattered bag. She’s taking it and cursing it as she pushes it with a vengeance off the precipice and into the swirling Potomac, feeling the churning waters closing over her head along with her baggage. Taking a cheap matchbook from the gaudy restaurant they used to solicit, desperately trying to get one to ignite and engulf the bridge that no longer even connects them, two souls in separate spheres who somehow fell into each other in the abyss.

As the rage begins to subside she panics, trying to recover and rebuild and recollect and just let go and move on…but it’s all been lost to the unforgiving Potomac.

Consciously she sees it, feels it…all these sensations she’s heard about for years that are suddenly smacking her in the face. As beautiful and tender as loving another--is just being free. Feeling her metaphorical wings begin to span on their own once more.
Standing on the edge of a cliff and screaming her lungs out
Letting her hair loose in the turbulent winds of the freeway
Being lulled to sleep by that all-too-familiar feeling of dried tears on chapped cheeks
Sobbing and finding solace on that long-neglected paternal lap
Realizing she is her own lover, her own best friend, the best thing that ever has and ever will happen in her life. She never disappoints, never fails…and it’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. Beautiful in her perfect composure, her absolute sadness.

It’s still not enough to take away the pain inside.

He’s walking away.

And even as it hurts so much to lose him, it hurts even more that he’s all around her. On the radio, in her first period class, lingering on her favorite jeans, every random wisp of thought that enters her head--he’s there.

He’s walking away--getting further and further, running all night and trying to shed all responsibility.
But he’s still there.
And all she wants is to rip her eyes away, grab him and not care and just toss him away
Watch him struggle and drown in the depths of the Potomac