god it rejected her in the smallest, most pathetic ways possible.
but they still stung.
she decided to make tea and the full cream milk spoiled her tea.
her insides had adjusted to lite.
the cat fur got up her nose, and she exploded
errupted in a fit of sneezes and coughs
she must have inhaled have enough to
make a whole new cat
and she tried to make it seem okay
that change happens
and theres no need to collapse
on you knees
it didn't work
the world was closing doors
quicker than she can open new ones.
she turned to you.
and hoped that maybe you had been through similar
maybe when you moved into the big city lights
and hoboken never seemed the same again.
maybe the four eras all changed
more than your voice
and your hair colour.
she mocked the red hair and missed your long jet black
and thought your words were getting cheap
and rather gimicky
but her heart still beamed
at the mention of vampires.
and maybe things don't change.
some things still linger.
enough to make things okay.