My Damage

I can see myself many years from now on a shortcut 'cross campus. I can feel the rain and the warm mist emanate from the trees. I can hear the water splash all around. I can taste the sweet condolence wasting on my lips. And just at the edge of the clearing, where beauty meets progress, I can see past the black drapes and frame into an eye I've always longed for, an iris full of angst. The meaning of her clothes and thoughts juxtaposed to the contrast of her face and hair; life's grand struggle, that of good and evil, is laid out on her bed when she succumbs to the night. If I could just be there... if I could fall beside her and wither. That's all I want.