Monday, July 22, 2013

Compounds

We sit in my car watching the rain drip from one end of the windshield to the next. It dances rapidly, beating like a heart on the roof of my car, racing down mixed silica to the crack of my windshield. I look at the girl sitting to the right of me and see chemistry. Oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, blending into a beautiful composition of human life. So I tell her how I feel, turn the radio louder, and watch chemical imbalance fall apart. Tapping heavily against the roof of my car. 

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The rain dies and we start to drive. Further and further apart. The radio’s static cuts in, muffling our thoughts to a mellow hum. Moonlight touches the wet highway and we look straight ahead, words stopping at the gate of our lips. Sentences becoming silence. The inevitable draws near because timing will never be on our side. We are carbon without oxygen. A flame without fire. Irrational chemistry at its finest.

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She watches the rear-view mirror, the windshield, the sweat dripping from my forehead, and the carbon cycle dissipating into a loss. Her failed experiment.  

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A bond that never was.