Poetry

Case Dismissed Due to Lack of Evidence

written by: OurSacredHonor

Writing on this page is like screaming in the outermost voids of space. Nobody can hear you and everything around you is moving away. Is the Universe infinite? I don't know for sure but it sure seems like it more and more every day as it keeps putting me in my grain of sand place. The stars seem like specks in the darkest of skies yet from even the closest star I couldn't be seen. That's how I feel... do you know what I mean? Of course you don't, at least not exactly, because you're not me. But maybe we feel similarly. After all, you're just a speck too... aren't you? In the who's who of the Universe we're all evenly dispersed and equally cursed (at first). At worst we're all alone floating through time. So keep in mind that this fine line of mine has crossed yours once or twice. We've intertwined like vines, two of a kind. A pair of what would you call us? Specks of dust that lust for continuous trust and thus it's a plus that we can't lie. But isn't that what makes us so sly? We pick and choose the parts of the truth that we'll use. If you argue right you will never lose. I should've been a lawyer with my abilities to convince and confuse. Really though it's all just a ruse. Was that all it took to get you off the hook? Well you're ok in my book. A fine fine specimen of the beautiful crook. She'll lure you in with a look and by the time she's made off like a lady you'll have no idea of all she took. Shady? No, baby, you're just plain dark as night. Was hating me an understatement or an oversight? Prove me wrong or prove me right. You can't run forever and you surely can't hide. Pull all the levers and press the override. Self destruct sequence initiated 5...4...3...2...1...boom. We can empty a room like a monsoon clears the coast of houses and leaves in their places boats. Allow me to propose a toast: "To unsent love notes, you know, the ones we never wrote." Tension is a dime a dozen and who doesn't have two cents to spare towards the cost of a lost cause? Insert dramatic pause here. For fear of being unclear allow me to reiterate: you disappeared. Into thin air which is quick to thicken under the weight of heavy stares. Are you prepared to share your fraction of the truth? I hope you choose it carefully so that I don't see through the thinly veiled facade you hide behind. I know all your motives behind every single line. Yet your excuses are well rehearsed and your alibis right on time so I've got nothing to warrant a search let alone enough to charge you for a crime. I'm sorry if I still think you are guilty but I have no choice but to believe what the evidence is telling me. I'd love for you to somehow prove me wrong for your own sake. Let this be just another overanalyzed, unfortunate mistake.