Jaelen Nguyen
In the land of the rising sun
It sunk
The shadow refused to follow his stride
I doubt hers would either
The city’s heart is a basilica, animated, colorful
His was left with an empty, somber room
An ocean of tears swept through
That night he cried, he cried
She resented him
“You are sensitive, useless, deceitful”
Deceitful
The word smothered his heart in a bitter alcohol
She struck the match
Meaningless, hollow words were flung across the room
One wasn’t hollow, it was full, robust
It struck, somewhere deep and unknown, but always present
The room turned cold, empty
He was cold, empty
A tingling hand when slept on, the woods of Lucas Valley at night
The sun rose upon the city
It shined through the towers, people of the Eastern Capital
But the blinds in the room blocked out the light
Sounds of distant chatter flowed through the room
Eyes opened to a ceiling with no color
He woke up, but something did not
And never will again
The hotel is a mortuary
Cold, dry, merciless
They left, somewhere that had a normal ambiance
Eyes like magnets repelling from each other
But never far enough to get out of the peripheral
Hearts screaming for solace, for words
One was all it took
They never ended up speaking
But the magnets did, and that was enough
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