I rang you: crackling connection, slow sound waves. You did not answer. I rang again.
Memories of laughter hollowed out with each passing ring.
Time travelled by for too long.
Thick and musty and heavy like the carpet beneath my feet, suffocating. The wallpaper stared at me, in beige swirls, brocanted boredom, breathing in and out to eight.
Then, finally, a gong, a light- the lift; I rushed off to drown the memory of you.
Numbed by the noises of life in the city of my first love. Smoke and billboards and cabs. Sirens, hot dogs and punters.
I breathe in and out
to eight
and
answer: alive again.
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