Never Bloom Again

We sat next to each other, working on our laptops. My Grey'a Anatomy playlist just finished playing a soft, slow song. My mind was not on the song at all. The majority of my brain was occupied by thoughts about your closeness and the feel of your foot on mine. The rest was struggling very hard to finish the task at hand.

"Play that song again?" you asked me softly.

You are a heavy metal, people screaming into their songs kind of person. Your request surpirsed me into paying attention to the soft swing of the song the second time it played.

Lightning struck, now it's silent and dark
Like to try to light a candle
But for that, I'd need a spark....

Our luck changed, don't know what
Don't know when,
But it changed, and now it's hard
Not to dwell on memories

.. I know we'll grow, but we'll never bloom again
I'm sure we'll grow, but we'll never bloom again.


It made me uncomfortable. This song. It was clearly a prophesy of where this relationship was heading. I wasn't ready to confront that yet. And you were making me. You softly sung along on the second verse.

Now its cold on my side of the bed
Though you're near, you're far away
Partly here, partly gone

Our luck changed,I dont know why
Dont know when, I wonder where we would end up
If we could start again

I know we'll grow, but we'll never bloom again
I'm sure we'll grow, but we'll never bloom again.

I know we'll grow, but we'll never bloom again
I'm sure we'll grow, but we'll never bloom again.


I blinked hard, trying to make that little tear that was stinging my eye disappear. I knew I could do that, I had mastered that art in these last few days.

"It's beautiful," you said softly.

I nodded, gulped and looked hard into my screen. I was starting to fall in love with this hopeless song. Much like I was in love with this hopeless relationship.