The tattered remains of nothingness

Our last time together

We didn't always used to be very close friends; I used to distrust him on account of his involvement with the military. Overtime however, I learned to see past the cold, metallic camouflage that one quickly learns to put on in the army, or else die rather gruesomely. It may have disguised your weaknesses, prevented certain undesirable information (I need not say more than this, dear reader!) from becoming conceived of, but Sam, I am weak now, I am the one gruesomely dying. I have nothing to hide because I have nothing.

Only the stubborn memories of summer evenings are left, when we were caught somewhat alone lurking through the forest performing certain maneuvers (of strolling along gaily). I would kiss the lip of a vodka bottle, and drink its intoxication. You were my Vodka bottle Sam. But I didn’t get to finish you, not even most of you. You never got the chance to run out, no, you had to be smashed into the ground because someone wanted to look powerful.

I would open you up Sam, curiously look at what you were made of, and lovingly touch a few of your parts because I knew what you needed to keep going. You were made of fire Sam, brilliantly glowing flames that only that damn metal could contain. That flaming core of yours was aching, would die to only be set free on a more docile, and abandoned world that one can only reach after falling through heaven and clouds. You would land again and shatter into a billion little glowing orbs of light that would mix in with the rest and the world would be noticeably brighter. Oh my dear Sam, why did you have to leave me, and give yourself up as only a little bang for only a little bird. That’s all they thought you could give Sam, but I know that wasn’t the only thing inside you. You were no lover of war, but war sure as hell loved you.

Now though, I look where you used to lay, where you were sleeping before you stood up to get ready one last time, and I see your shape. A rough outline of you is haunting me, and I can’t fill in the rest.