She came for me again last night;

During an outpouring.

A downpour of emotion causing consternation in my peregrination.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

This alternative reality explained online.

“She is a Zombie!”

The logic was irrational, no fraction of truth.

We dated –

We dined –

We whined –

We unwound later that night.

She left my bed leaving nothing but an aroma

Like the guilty effervescence of a Penguins’ fish and chips supper.

“Again my heart aches,” I called to my God.

“Does a drowsy numbness fill thy sense?”

Go outside inside in the rain came the venerable suggestion.

“She will be waiting for you.”

But there is no inside outside

and she never waits.


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