E.S.P.
2005-01-04 @ 10:24 p.m.
You asked me when all of this would end. I told you that I did not know, that the water just seems to be getting deeper and deeper the farther out we wade.
You smiled and told me that I was a smart girl, just not smart enough. Your tricks fool me easily, I trust with the naivity of a teenage girl. That might be because I am one.
You lit another cigarette, likely hoping it would help seal your impending death. A death of gaspinging air, and coughing up blood.
You asked me if I understood what you were telling me. You sipped your coffee. You pretended to look me in the eye, but in your pupils I could see the reflection of the stove, not of my own chocolate orbs.
When I finally spoke, I asked if you knew who I was. You laughed again, gave a throaty hack, and shook your head.
You rasped the words I had been waiting for:
How could I not know you?
I returned the question after looking down at my sock clad feet. Beneath the white sticthing I could see parts of the purple varnish on my toes.
How could you?
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