We Destroy Each Other

 We Destroy Each Other

Sitting   there; 

 boredom   eventually   took   over   and   inside   of   the   head,  

                                                              the   mind  

wondered   over   songs 

                                                                                 lodged

  into   memory.   Radio   broadcasts   of   melodies,   

which   were   faint;   but,   

distinct   enough   to   grant   familiarity

                                                                and

   satisfaction.   

Thoughts   of   past   times   followed:   of   Central   Pennsylvanian   farmlands, 

 seen   through   the   eyes  

                                                      of

   one   half   of   a   young   couple,   both   in   a   car, 

 taking   in   the   scenery   

                                                                                                                              and   talking   about   life   after   

university, 

 when   they   were   finally   free, 

                                                 to   move   to   a   big   city. 

 And   with   that   particular   memory,   also   came 

 feelings 

 of   SADNESS   and   LET   DOWN; 

                            knowing   with   hindsight,   

                                                                                     that   the   foundations   upon   which   that   relationship

   was  built   would   crumble   horribly 

               and   that   the   truth   of   the   currencies   exchanged   between 

                                                                                                         the   couple,

                                                                                                                      in   the   form   of   shared   hopes   and   dreams  

                   and   a   desired   future   together, 

                                                                                        were   nothing   more 

 than

                                                             idealistic   longings, 

                                                                                                         destine   to   never   be   outside   of   the   movies…

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