Nowhereville

 

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Introduction

Don't know what this will be - notes and see does it start anything.

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Prologue

I have a problem, one I need to solve, quickly. This problem only exists when you’re around, it’s a noise, the sound of your breathing.

I loved you, adored the bones of you, but your inertia drained that away.

The only thing you gaze at lovingly is the laptop, its keys the only thing you stroke.

I’ve given up trying to get your attention, maybe if I was a program you could download you might give me some of your time.

What if I could ride a unicycle?
 like the bear with the bleeding umbrella, who mockingly sits with more grace than I could muster on such a vehicle

I meant to pen a goodbye note ergo the pen and blank page
 but couldn’t think of anything to write, re. us it couldn’t be apter as now all I feel is nothing.

We have disappeared into nothingness
 Will you even notice I have gone?

 

 

 

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Beginning

I missed you today
 Even though your not gone away

You sit there in your chair
 oblivious to my stare
 when you used to play with my hair

What happened to us
 When did we get on that bus
 the bus to ‘nowhereville’
 It’s sad
 Because I love you still

I sit here and stare at him, boring a hole into his face, how can he not feel that?  His face should be exploding into particles of awareness.  Nothing, not a flicker, there's no point in talking his earphones are on his head.  I often wonder if they are actually on, or does he just pretend and that sometimes he does here every plead, or vile expletive that tries to reach him.

He talks to me when he feels like it.  Is loving when he feels like it.  I could dance around here naked, high five his face with my minge and I don't think his eyes would stray from the computer screen unless it was the rare occasion that he wanted it.  

Oh, I haven't introduced us, probably because us is not an entity anymore.  I'll start with me, I'm Susan, Susie by some, her indoors by him.  He's David, I call him missing, some days, others days he's fondly called a prick.

Some days I let my mind wander and reminisce on those glorious, early days.  It tends to make the now more bearable.  Other days it makes the now impossible to handle, and I tear at my skin, as my fanny starts fluttering and he wants nothing to do with it.  Those days the vibrator comes out I still go upstairs I don't know why,  I think if I took it out in front of him and the buzzing began he wouldn't give a toss, that makes me giggle sardonically, because it strikes me that I could have meant that literally.  

 

 

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Reminiscing

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Extinguished

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Unwelcoming

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