From the front porch of a dimly lit brownstone on Gramercy Park.... I found myself coughing up directions into my phone. A constant reminder that these lungs are losing their fight with the anxious heart above.
I faked shyness on the stoop mostly because I thought that was what she wanted from me, and because it's what a guy like me does when he's holding the better hand.
Our features became soft under that burst of dim lit orange, and we surrendered to the fading light in what would be our final embrace. I kissed her cheek goodbye (although she wasn't the one leaving). It was merely a formality... similar to the way she crossed herself before she kneeled in church.
She covered her eyes, as I drifted away from the streaks that watered down. She drew the shades with knots I swore to never untie, and we went our separate ways.
My good intentions somehow have never been good enough.
I know there was something before you. I just can't remember what it was. I'm just breaking hearts in the meantime.
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