sad songs play and attend to the journey home.
street lamps fade out as she travels beneath them-
the dulled lights seem to echo the doubt in her mind. black.
with the windows down the night's breeze touches her face and she feels the smallest of somethings in the midst of nothingness, tangling her hair and blushing her cheeks.
numbing her fingers.
numb.
once loved then lost and duly neglected; this coldness pinches just the same.
fooled again and fell for love. relinquished dependence for the euphoria of your company.
your love so simple, so ready, so pure.
but it seems to her that love always ends this way. trends of the heart don't reduce in pain.
twice left weak and helplessly alone. so untimely. so hurried. so fleeting.
she runs from you now like she ran from you then
for fear of the possibility of a future that mirrors the past.
you are the gold so generously offered. you are the gold so regretfully declined.
yet you are the prospector plagued by unattainable bounty: the aurous girl with white gold coating, her glimmer slightly dulled.
you are the gold so selflessly offered. you are the gold so mercilessly declined.
you are the gold so persistently offered. you are the gold so repeatedly declined.
you are the gold so beautifully adorned. she is the gold so grossly damaged.
you are fool's gold. she is the fool.
