I walk backwards into the night, and I witness again that familiar sea of streetlamps against the backdrop of a starless county sky. That mirage of a pool of water further down the road is as real as you are to me at this moment.
“I never see you.”
These burnt out arguments seem to never cease their cycles. And as these conversations in black and green remain as cold as your indifference to my frustration, I remind myself of our agreement.
Yet I lied through my teeth, although I promised you my honesty in place of those silly mind games I used to put you through.
In time, you’ll realize that my intention to change is not enough, and I’ll realize I cannot accept you.