New York Minute

My skin is eroded by tears, streaming my cheeks... collecting between my breasts.
Sorrow.
Station wagon vibrates, a pulse, a tune for farewell.
It's hard to hear your words. Laughter disguised by underlying pain.
"It's only a few days" he says... an attempt to convince himself.
An embrace. Several kisses, and the car pulls away.
Airport terminal, the same word they use to tell you you're going to die.
The end of the road for you. A two hours of winded highway.
This city certainly owns it's name.
Blurry eyed and dizzy. I am not myself anymore.
More tears, pushed back.. faulty navigation.
This must be a dream.
Finger twitch, spilling out painful words.. click click click.
Then send.
I am here. Where are you?
Going home... Home.
Where is that now?
I'm not even sure anymore.
Tonight your sky will be filled with skyscrapers, mine stars.
And I'll wait for the room to light up... A phonecall, a message.
An arch of light to show me some sign.
Anything to know I am not alone.

Truce

I am guilty of treason.
I am the kiss of death at the end of a girlish laugh...
The holder of a beating heart, child's plaything... pin pricks and thorns finding there way inside...
By my hand, of course.
And knowing I could torment you, and still own you.
Made me smile.
Yes. I am evil. But are you not guilty too?
Lack of interest. Lack of respect. Lack of emotions.
You never understood what true pain was until I put you through it.
Time to grow up.
Pick up the pieces and either get stronger from this.
Or forever stay firmly in my grasp.
Because right now I still own you... Your mind re-twisting the knifes.
You were always good with words, but never said the right one's to me.
So let me feed some words of wisdom back.
I am not the end of your road.
You are just the beginning of mine.
Let's wipe are hands clean and nod in agreement.
We're both crazy, you know.