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The rain beats across the rooftop
Like the impatient old woman
Drumming her nicotine stained fingers
Across the cool glass
Waiting for death
But each drop counts off precious seconds
Crystal moments
For the young girl that lies beneath
She has been infected by love
(Or at least she calls it that)
And is now paralyzed
Searching each new place for a way to get back to him
No matter how far she travels
And I watch her with my feigned wisdom
Start to shake my head
But then catch myself
For I too am afflicted
I too spend each night drinking in the liquid scenes
Of the perfect days we spent together
Before drifting off into sleep that will never be as satisfying
As when he wraps his arms around me
And in that moment
I find that I am not so different
From the bitter old woman
In her empty house
Scorning each moment that passes
And welcoming what is sure to be my demise