Falling Apart

The lights will flash as usual, from the headlights, through the menacing darkness. Only our faces won't be half lit anymore. There won't be a dream-catcher hanging off the rearview mirror of your car. And no one will know about our late night drives. I will be on my bed, at home, listening to the clock ticking at 4 in the morning, and you will drive all the way to nowhere.

Slowly, the image of you, running your fingers through your hair, will keep fading away from my memory. You will try to smell me from my scarf every night, till the dust on the roads takes away the scent.

I will learn somehow that our hands don't fit together. You will learn how to make coffee on your own. Everything will perish. Only our tattoos will remain the same. Everyday.