Woman versus Metropolis

Pain moves us forward, changing us into something else, something we need to be.

We all traverse in and out of people’s worlds, leaving footprints. Some larger, some smaller, but there is always a mark. We can’t sweep it away.

You kissed me in a dream once, and now all I want to do is sleep.

“I just can’t do this anymore.” She says as she picks up her coat to walk out the door. “Do what?” He asks as he holds her shaking hand. “This, being there for you all the time and you not being there for me.”

Hey,“ she whispers, “have you ever been in love?” “Almost,” I tell her. She tilts her head. “Almost?” “Yeah. As in, I could have loved her. As in, she nearly decided to stay. As in, things might have turned out differently if this and this and that.” She’s gazing into my eyes like I’ve broken her heart. It never occurred to me but now I realise she’s in love. “I’m sorry,” I begin. “It’s okay,” she says. Her shoulders are shaking. “I’ve been in almost love too.

After I submit my taxes at the last possible second