Moist

Moist
Suggested By: Lizzie Bourne

A dampness hangs in the air as the rains start to subside and the cloud begin to part. I stand there in the same spot where you left me, still in shock, mouth slack in disbelief. My mind races, wondering where things took their turn. As of then, there had been no inkling that this was how you felt; no clues left for me to find, no train of breadcrumbs for me to follow to your thoughts. And now I am here in this stickiness hanging about, tears rolling down my face, or is that just the wetness from the rains?

There is a mugginess in my mind, holding on to all of the memories between us. Was it all a lie? I breathe in the dankness of the air around me, choking my throat, as was the feeling when my heart jumped it's way there when you said goodbye for the last time. Suffocating.

The dripping from the gutters above, where my life currently resides, jolts my from my daze. I turn and walk, not knowing what is driving me as I feel as I lost everything tonight. I take one last back, that misty glistening in my eye losing it's shine with each step I take as I stare into the darkness of your front porch. I know I will never stand there again, walk down your sidewalk, nor feel the clamminess in the palm of my hand as I reach for the doorbell; that I will never experience you again.

But as I walk further from you, I feel more of me. The mugginess in my mind evening out, letting in with it a coolness that refreshes my soul and starts to let me feel my own body again. I didn't even know that this was happening to me; the oppressive humidity turning my thoughts sticky so that I couldn't help myself in your presence. Dewy-eyed, I turn the corner, your home no longer within view. Another tear rolls down my face, this time in relief, as the pressure finally evaporates and I realize that I have never been happier than in this moment. Happier than in any moment I have ever spent with you.

I get in my car, dry my eyes, and take off into the brightening night, towards a new life. My life.

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