Just Kids by Patti Smith
8 min in Central Park, NYC
Shut up, shut up, shut up. Shut. Up. Too late, I can see the hurt before I’ve even shut my mouth. Even though your eyes are unflinching, it’s like looking at a fresh wound as life oozes out.
I opened my mouth and the words flew the coop. They’re out there in the world, masquerading with the white noise of the cappuccino machine and the air conditioner. But it’s all we’re focused on now. I see me in the future after the coffee shop, I’ve travelled to a time without you. It’s as indelible as the visa stamp from the visit to you homeland. Memories I will not flip through with you anymore.
I didn’t think it would be the end but some words have built in punctuation. Period. Full stop. The end. Just like that our story is over. The power of words. But ‘delete’ has no power here. So I just wait.
“You could never say that if you ever really loved me” you finally say. It can’t be true but I have no words left.
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