I See the Moon.

I've always prided myself on the fact that I have a good head on my shoulders. That the clarity I feel cuts through my mind so sharp that I feel almost dumb for not being able see through things prior.

I knew on that car ride home two things would happen, I would leave you or you would leave me. But I wasn't scared, I almost welcomed it. Out of patience, frustrated, at the end of my rope.

When we got back to your place we sat and we talked for a while. Not of much, but of little.

Glancing around the room, I see the moon, the moon sees me.

I would smile, but it'd be meaningless.

I wouldn't want it to be. 

I saw your head tilt as words started coming out of my mouth, this is where we were.

Each breath between words dragged on for an eternity, all the while, we just looked at each other.

In this moonlight you looked new, somehow awakened. Your fingers clenched and cheeks blushed bright red.

This room speaks on its own. It says many things of nothing.

It made no demands.

It offered no salvation.

It only said what we already knew in a new way we haven't heard it.

We go back and forth for a few minutes, then a pause.

"Couldn't really love you anymore, you've become my ceiling", I stated abruptly.

The silence in the moment amplifying our emotions.

I feel the moonlight that shines on me, it shines on you too.

"Throw away the man you used to be, be satisfied with who you are", you said.

As your last words echoed off the four walls, I caught a reflection of your face.

Then you were gone. The clarity I felt left with you.

I see the moon, the moon sees me.

It's  been long time now, but those words never left me. I think I've finally thrown that person away.

I've buried him with rivalry.

I think its time for something new. I think it's time for somewhere new.