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Magic of the Pines | #dearmyroo #bobroos
When the Magic Fades - Leslie Powell
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Magic in the pines gone when our love fades.
I am in the house,
covers my body inside a titanium white blanket.
I see Robert sitting at the edge of the bed, smoking.
Looking beyond the window glass into the pine woods, where he stared into the void.
“Smokes again?” I asked, he probably thinks I am still asleep.
His eye used to shine like a star, shimmers and glitters above the sky when there is no clouds.
“Mm.”
But this is empty...
Everything used to be better.
It used to, just like how the magic in the pines used to be real here.
I dreamt of our old days we shared memories together, the pain on the spine always me of our bond we had shared to each body but not our soul.
We on our bed. Let out back facing each other. No further conversation.
I do not like the scent of the smoke, it’s not as minty or cold as he said. Rather than that I considered it as a burning coal better.
Bites still on neck. Claws still on back.
“I am going to have a shower.” I tell him, walking towards my destination in pain, moaning.
“Please.” No blessings or care.
Water from the shower stall flows through my face,
I used to hate it because it is cold.
But what I am facing right now is colder than the water itself.
Because the magic is no more.
The sound of the water calms me. – There is no one left besides us.
Just two of us, in the pine woods, and a house.
Five years.
It has been five years since we have been together.
It has been five years since I left the world behind just to create our own’s self together.
In the pine woods,
In the land of lies created by the magic of pines.
This world hates us, it loves things we are not but hates the fact of us being ourself.
Insults, scorns, disdain.
I sat on table set, the squared chair cut in sharp piece of metal, a touch of it gives me a cold touch spreads through my skin.
Black tiles reflect both of us to a distance we could not reach, a family that is used to be is just an alibi to alibi for us to be who we used to be together.
We are just a glass.
A small glass bearing the rain drops from big forest.
When this little glass sat still on the big evergreen, it only got the water from morning dew and small drops of rain suitable for its own and the water vaporized by the time it is ready to bear a new batch.
For as the time gone by, the evergreen gone into a wasteland, acid rain falls onto the glass until it is wrecked and un bearable.
That feeling of love is gone, the acid rain drops would be just the emotions we have held for so long.
“I want to go back.”
I look troughed the glass, into the pines just like he did when he smoked.
I guess my eye would have change as well.
“I do not want to live in the woods anymore.”
“The magic is gone.”
I talk, this scrambled egg sucks.
“You still believe in it?”
About the magic of the pines.
“That magic thing in the pines.”
Of course, of course I do in the first place.
“Of course.”
Robert draws his knife onto salmon fillet on the plate, noises from the silverware hides away the silent in the air.
“If you want to play piano, just play the one at the corner.”
“I want mine at Virginia.”
“Would it still be there?” flat voice, “When you are the one left them five years ago.”
"We."
"We."
For me, the magic in the pines is our special time we have spend together; laughing, smiling, and delicious meals we have shared.
The world that only two of us understand.
The world that we had built together.
The world that we have destroyed it together.
The illusions that kept our mind safe from going insane years ago.
"I am going to leave." - "I hate this forest."
Our dreaming palace of memories has gone.
"You cannot leave."
"And you always says that."
"And it is always true." His deep blue eye glared at me, sarcastically.
Robert rose, the chair screeches the tile into sharp loud noises.
His hand was holding my face, leaning until our face was just about a breath apart.
“Then kiss me before you go,” – “so we can end this woods shit at last.”
I groan, moving my face closer.
The problem is we always holding on this shit every time.
End.