Coda: Just another sunset captured... ho, hum... yawn...
Ya, I agree, and then having the thing processed, processed... oh, so processed (like... was a freekin' texture even really needed here?). Guilty on all counts! I plead, hands raised in surrender, failure.
But... the story is on that aeroplane up there (I don't see no aeroplane up there), well, you see the vapour trail, don't you? Well, in front of that is a plane and she was on it.
You see, the incident at the Walmart wasn't quite the end. I never saw her again at the hospital, mainly due to her shifts and the altered circumstances of the final and very sad stage in that macabre melodrama; the sole purpose for me being there all along. For anyone who has followed this story line, you will remember that Diane and I parted in the parking lot of the Walmart on discernible but uncertain terms. Of note, I had mentioned about the God of Fate in our conversation and the little, wicked games he likes to play with me. Well, sure enough, a few weeks later, I had been out to a bar to see a band and who is there having a girly night with her besties?
I will cut the details short: alcohol lowers ones protective shields, lingering curiosities always kill the cat, it is dark outside in the parking lot when one's friends are supposed to be out there and they ain't, very dark...
I knew she was flying out of Buffalo the next day to see her Gran in Hoboken and with the kiss still smoldering in my memory, I sat like a dumbfounded fool watching as the plane streaked across the sky...
He had done it again... damn!
Coda: Just another sunset captured... ho, hum... yawn...
Ya, I agree, and then having the thing processed, processed... oh, so processed (like... was a freekin' texture even really needed here?). Guilty on all counts! I plead, hands raised in surrender, failure.
But... the story is on that aeroplane up there (I don't see no aeroplane up there), well, you see the vapour trail, don't you? Well, in front of that is a plane and she was on it.
You see, the incident at the Walmart wasn't quite the end. I never saw her again at the hospital, mainly due to her shifts and the altered circumstances of the final and very sad stage in that macabre melodrama; the sole purpose for me being there all along. For anyone who has followed this story line, you will remember that Diane and I parted in the parking lot of the Walmart on discernible but uncertain terms. Of note, I had mentioned about the God of Fate in our conversation and the little, wicked games he likes to play with me. Well, sure enough, a few weeks later, I had been out to a bar to see a band and who is there having a girly night with her besties?
I will cut the details short: alcohol lowers ones protective shields, lingering curiosities always kill the cat, it is dark outside in the parking lot when one's friends are supposed to be out there and they ain't, very dark...
I knew she was flying out of Buffalo the next day to see her Gran in Hoboken and with the kiss still smoldering in my memory, I sat like a dumbfounded fool watching as the plane streaked across the sky...
He had done it again... damn!