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Youth You once went to meet someone out by the sea; out of a three year relationship and needing someone else to kiss . Walked for two hours by the coastline wondering when it would all click together; with eventual lips, met with the damnation of inevitability. It was a cold and desperate move with nothing of romance: you did not roll with the waves, the breeze did not caress your skins. Yet, clumsy with anticipation. you wanted more: she could take it or leave it, with that cruel disdain only the young know. She left you at the station with a thirty minute wait for the next train, a discarded fag end still burning, un-inhaled. Part of you is still down at that track looking for the vestibules of youth along the dead leaves and empty time, lost while waiting for the headlights home. |