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i am still alive without You here
seconds
You see the photos. Good that you have the sense not to ask. Don't worry. The eyes that seem to follow your fingers in their path along the swell of each breast, dried out and crumbled to dust years ago. But if you like I'll turn the frames to face the wall.
fallout
The world ended. Somehow he simply doesn't care. Millions dead. Certainly, yes, that is a tragedy. Nothing to be done for it htough, There are radiation burns, disfiguring his face and body. But he never was a handsome man. and he's still stronger, still healthier than he thinks he should be after it all. There's no real shortage of food. He's more than capable of setting traps and hunting. There's Emily as well, so beautiful even as her hair grows back in in thin patches, who suddenly finds herself needing (if not wanting) him after all those years. All in all, the end of the world turned out rather pleasent he thought.
brave
In some other world (where I am brave), as you lament a thousandth time your lonely lot in life, I advance my arms upon the borders of your shoulders and claim your dry lips as the jewel of my empire.
balloon
The day I am too old to mourn the loss of a balloon, either to the sky or to a pin prick, will be the day I am no longer human.
lack
There is a lack of distance between me and you. 2,000 miles is not enough space to keep me from turning eastward, and wondering if looking right at you. There is a lack of silence between you and me. I can hear your voice still, and it is a knife. There is a lack of understanding, between you and me. You think I am your friend.