The darkness falls

She walked out of the room, and, out of my life. The night looked breathtakingly beautiful, as I stood there on the door steps, watching her shadows disappear amidst the dark nothingness. I watched her lean body swaying, her footsteps unsteady, and the silence deafening the chaos within. My inside burnt. I could feel the flesh on my heart rotting away. But there wasn't a thing I could do. The night ate up the sounds of her footsteps, leaving a silence, and, memory of a death behind.

I stood outside the doorsteps, listening to the youthful yawns of the night. Somewhere someone laughed, a wound got healed. Somewhere a ship embarked, bringing a crippled soldier home. I could hear the noises. A heart got broken. A cascade of tears rolled down a crimson skin. Someone wiped them. I could hear them mending slowly.

I looked where she had walked; just a while ago, now an abyss just stared at me.

It was probably my fault. I crossed a line. When I touched her, kissed her neck, caressed her with my mouth, I interpreted them differently. When I bit into her luscious lips, mine already swollen, I interpreted her moans differently. When I tilted her head backwards, exposing her throat in a slow, silent motion; I interpreted her blind faith in my kisses differently.

Love can't be bought, closeness isn't for sale. I wish someone had told me because I interpreted the signs differently.

It wasn't her fault really that she left me; it wasn't meant to be. She didn't mean for her perfume to linger, her musky smell on me, to stay the way it has. She didn't want her smile to wreck havoc, in the windmills of a mind as deranged as mine. She didn't need comfort her or hold her tight but a little warmth and a bed to get through another night. Then she meant to disappear. She didn't mean leave a broken soul behind when she walked into the boulevard again. I interpreted the signs differently.