a stage. and a couple lights.

spotlight.
bare stage.
enter figure.

"i can't feel anything. on your side of the matress there's a stain that you left. it's a memory. one that belonged to us long ago. in a time of love and connection.
but now it's lost somewhere in the meows of the alley cats. it became nothing. we became nothing. lovers in the end. but i can't get into that now.
where did we go wrong. who changed.
why did we let time fill in the emptiness. i guess that's inevitable. do you know what you do to me? and if you had that idea would you even care. so tell me please...does it hurt you to love me..will i ever see you under the covers. will i ever know anything else but your breathing. anything else but your eyes. but even then. you still have a way of escaping from my arms. and when you walked away it hurt. nothing poetic. just pain. but this won't make you come back. you won't even read this. i'm done."

slow fade.
blackout.
exit figure.