Vidal's Verse

I am still haunted by memories and feelings that should have long ago passed. The problematic curse of an almost perfect memory. Do I remember the days perfectly or do I remember her as being perfect?

These are just stories told poetically. This is a place for my words to live. Some lead good lives and others not so much. I would call these Poetic Stories. 

Every Letter I put on the Page is a Scarlet Letter for you Love

She yelled after him “But I am the one who got away! Remember?” As he continued his lengthy stride away from her he looked over his shoulder; And softly yet just loud enough for anyone who could have been on that quiet street to hear, especially her, said “No, you have that wrong. I am the one who got away. It wont be me speaking of how I once dated you, on nights when we have drank too much in lonely bars, but you on how you once had me. Strangers you have met before, yet strangers all the same, will be able to recite it. Yes, the piece of my heart you took will always be with you, weighing you down and reminding you of how once you consumed my every thought. So keep it, I dont want it back, wear it on your sleeve. It will forever be your scarlet letter.” Without slowing down, and with no more hesitation to be found, he disappeared into the darkness. The darkness only an empty lonely street, whose street lights had all burnt out years ago, could offer. And as she stood with tears streaming down her face she felt that darkness, that loneliness that only losing a better half feels like, creep into her heart. Because the light she once had residing there was now leaving her, walking away in another direction. As the words “I knew I should have been better, I knew my chances were limited” repeated in her head, like a sad mantra, she knew she would never hear from him again, and she was right.

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