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Without a Compass

11/30/15, 06:30

By Kyle SimmonsPublished 6 years ago 7 min read
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The thoughts running through me,

Like the cool waters of the Nile.

They've sat there, waiting like hungry wolves.

They've been sitting for a while.

Eyes close to find yourself,

In a room, dark and dreary.

A comfy bed beneath your body.

But something about it is eerie.

It's a bed you know, soft and comfy.

It's one you've been on several times.

The headboard confirms your growing suspicion.

You let your hands explore the space,

The shelf that held your things.

The shelf you held onto during better times,

Until she was taken by godly wings.

A space to your left gets heavy and cold,

The metal rubbing against your skin.

You lie down, hoping to clear your mind.

You're never going to let them win.

The way she nestled in your arms,

The way she kissed your neck.

The way she helped you through so much,

How'd it turn into such a wreck?

The cold sends shivers down your spine.

Where's the time where she was mine?

She was the reason you were benign.

Oh, those times were divine...

You wrap your hands around the grip.

Picking the gun up, not letting it slip.

Her eyes captivated you, day and night.

You never wanted to leave her sight.

Your hands clenched, hard and tight,

On her hips, as you swayed in the moonlight.

A tear slides down from your eye,

And the days with her flew by.

A kiss in the rain, a kiss in your room,

The day she was your bride, and you her groom.

The days spent on a beach honeymoon.

A time you loved and enjoyed,

After, it was fine and dandy.

So how'd it all get so destroyed?

The silver casing shining bright,

And you try with all your might,

To break your grasp from this hell.

You're eventually going to lose the fight.

Then there was him, a simple co-worker.

The one that started it all.

Jealousy tempted mind and body.

And that is where the story falls.

The screams, the shouts,

The walls, this house.

All built around a love that was lost.

She begged and pleaded, saying it was nothing.

But your mind would not have it.

Her lies were nothing you wanted to hear,

You were just done and sick of this shit.

Stormed out of the house,

Got into your car,

Blasted your music,

And went to the bar.

You have a few drinks, vision blurred,

And then you see it, you see her.

A woman with eyes blue as the sky.

A body that drew attention from every guy.

You gain the nerve after your next shot,

And call her over, to give it a try.

You laugh and drink as the night goes on,

Dancing and flirting with this beautiful blonde.

You lean in and whisper "wanna have a good time?"

She nods and you say, "then let's head over to mine."

Your keys on the bar, something you won't remember.

You get a taxi with her, making love, sweet and tender.

The ride back seemed to go by with ease,

The houses passing, as well as the trees.

The taxi stops, lurching foward,

Disturbing the time of love.

"Here's your stop, sir and ma'am.

Remember to use a glove."

You hand him cash, buttoning your shirt.

You open the taxi door, step outside,

Turn back, help her out, in your arms.

The walk to the door was full of kisses,

Holding hands and sexual glances.

The door unlocked, you slip inside,

Closing the door and pinning her to the wall.

Her arms unbutton your shirt.

You reach to slide her shirt off.

She does the same for you.

She lays, wanting and ready.

You lay on top of her and kiss her neck,

Her moans drown out all else,

While she's down rubbing your, uhm. You know.

As the clothes come off,

And the love grows loud,

You hear a noise, common to you.

A moan of sorts, another sound.

You slide off her, rubbing your eyes.

She leans over to grab your hand to

Pull you upon her glowing body,

You step away. No, this can't be true.

One step,

Two steps,

Three steps,

Four.

'Twas just an illusion.

Nothing more.

Climbing up,

Creeping in your own house,

You see the clothes lying on the floor, as you open up your bedroom door.

Silence follows.

She stares into your eyes.

You look at him, the man you feared.

She thought she was so sly.

You turn to leave, raising a hand when she speaks.

"Baby, you know it's not—"

"Stop. It is, we know it. I have a girl downstairs,

I'll leave with what I've got."

She looks at you, mouth agape,

Tears run down her face.

You walk around the corner, down the stairs,

A tear slides down your cheek.

Your new girl watches you.

You slide on your pants and shirt.

"Come on babe, we're leaving.

I'll inform you as we depart."

You watch as her bra slide across her chest,

Nipples poking out, aroused.

Her lacy panties covered by

Her business skirt over thin leggings.

She gets her shirt on, so confused.

Wondering what he was about to lose.

You explain it all, detail by detail.

She looks on with concern.

You tell her "baby, it's okay.

We have plenty of time to burn."

Riding into the city,

Hand in her legs.

You roll up to a hotel.

This is where you want to be.

You walk inside, up to the front desk,

Ask the woman in front for a room.

Going through the usual business.

The process does resume.

You get your key, kissing your girl.

Walking down the hall.

Room 275, second floor and to the right.

Your eyes scan the décored wall.

267, 271, 275.

You slide the key into its slot.

The door clicks, you step inside,

Door closing only after you're both in.

You sit upon the bed,

And she comes over to you.

She wraps her arms around your waist,

But you slipped away, and then, she knew.

Standing before you, she gazes into your eyes.

The salt from past tears upon your cheeks,

She kisses you softly upon the lips.

"In due time. I'll see you in a few weeks."

She slides through the open door,

Leaving you to yourself. Alone at last.

The day as bad as hell could get,

A whole new hell in another class.

Your life turns dreary,

Miserable,

Sorrow.

The bags under eyes from restless nights,

Staring at the picture in your wallet.

A beautiful brunette, a modest man.

The inside cover strewn with droplets.

Closing eyes, a slow exhale.

Reaching towards your bedside drawer,

A gun, black and dangerous,

Loaded and ready for more.

"A moment of silence,

For the memories lost.

For the time I spent, disconnected from love,

And all at what cost..

So here's to you, my love, my life, my everything.

Know that I am coming for you.

It is you I'd like to be waiting at the gates for me.

Please be there. I love you, I truly do.

I'll be there soon..."

Upon arriving at the scene, the police were ashamed to see the sight before them. A man, mid-20s, shaggy hair, a scruffy beard and mustache. The air smelt miasmac, deadly and the scene itself was horrendous. There he was, lying in the blood-soaked bed, a pistol in one hand, his wallet in the other. A picture of a loving couple can be see on the inside cover. The police man glances at the bed, noticing a letter lying next to the motionless corpse. A quick glance at the words upon the page make the policeman's spine crawl.

"Boss, look at what I found. It was lying next to him. Looks like some sort of letter."

"Well, what does it say?"

"It explains it all sir. Why he did it, a sorrow tale, indeed. I could read it aloud if you wish."

"Of course, Sir. Go ahead."

The policeman clears his throat, a shakiness in his voice as he reads:

"Dated July 15th, 2013;

Dear -----,

I regret to inform you that your late ex-wife and my daughter was found dead in the house you two used to reside in. Her husband sends his love, as he knew how much you two loved each other. When her body was found, it appeared that she hung herself, her neck broken in 10 different areas. I thought that you'd like to hear it from me rather than overhearing it somewhere. Her body is at the hospital you two used to go to. I'm here if you need me. This is a hard time for all of us, so I don't want anybody to act out. I love you as my Son-in-Law still and would like to see you soon.

Best wishes dear."

12/5, 01:54

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