These were disenchanting times and all I was looking for was an explanation as to what constituted disenchantment. Was it when you stopped opening the car door for me? I'm pretty sure that was the beginning of the end. But then I got to thinking and that led me to believe that it was when I caught you staring at me and it wasn't in the way it used to be. You propped your chin up in the palm of your hand and placed your elbow on the edge of the table. And right there was when I knew everything you were looking at was out of boredom.
I don't know why I thought we had the remedy for this perennial demise. The only antidote for disenchantment was propulsion. And truth be told, even that propulsion had to be founded upon a distaste for complacency. That would have required us to look forward, to think about fences, and holding hands in the hospital, and bunking in twin caskets when it really came down to it. That would have required us to want to be better people, or more importantly, to see in each other what we thought we had in here. In our insides.
But our insides were rotten. I was never really sure what we were waiting for. I think we thought we would rescue each other, but all we ever did was destroy any semblance of bliss. We weren't unfortunate.
Just short sighted up here and a lot of fingers askew.
Sometimes out of chaos comes routine!!!!!!!!
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