We talked over the sounds of fingers
tapping keys and a light summer breeze.
We exchanged ideas as your eyes glimmered
and my heart
simmered in the heat
of the moment.

I was dazzled by something
I'd read about somewhere,
you didn't really care.
I pondered the meanings of carefully
worded electronic information
which seeped through
the cracks of logic.

Imagination swelled into a wave so
forceful it threatened to engulf
my stable platform on which I'd built
my life. Tilt your head to the right
as I close my eyes and you'll see what
I saw in the stars that night.

Many slumbers spent with the familiar
green glare of numbers. I stared and
counted my breaths. With a sharp inhalation
I realised what I really despised,
every single night without fail
as the digits changed.

Your flattery was just blank paper
which I had mistaken for art. Your words,
rough barks. I've had enough of making my
own music and dancing to the same old tune.
Without you, I'm left alone in the
hallway wishing I was close enough for your
scent to stir but a vague recollection
of ideas. Blurred are the lines, my
memory falters sometimes.

I can deal with your lies
and my delusion. In my confusion
I forgot that I existed before you.
I don't want to hear my cries anymore.
You're just a line on my hand
which I don't understand but something
is written on a luminous orange post-it.
I miss your eyes.

"Well, what did you expect?"