Slain
It all started with a doubt. Who could have known that you and I would last this long? Decades into our story, we finally sit down to draft our will & testament due diligence documents, the penultimate act before death. This is how much we mean to each other.
So many years of our souls aiming to connect have brought down so many false starts, jealousy, reflected anger... Why were we angry? Seems to me as if we both don't care anymore.
All the parts between us took years to assemble. When I lie on my bed, I can smell the dark cherry and amber scent of many nights holding each other. Disparate articles of clothing, such as your Tommy Bahama shirts and my Dior sleepwear; my Alexander McQueen pendant and your Quicksilver shorts; the Armani Exchange sportswear I prefer and your vintage New Balance trainers have finally merged at the foot of our bed.
The only way for our relationship to be final is that you should die first. It is with much tenderness that I shall lay you soon, when I know how to end you.
© Text: Orlando Barahona
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