Coffee and an explanation

She left not too long ago, went away again, not too sure how she's going but I guess I'll find out.
Makes me sad, for the mistakes I made and I won't lie and say I don't miss the awkward humour and bizarre questions she brought with her.
But I'm not missing the harsh words and the pessimistic lifestyle she seemed to live.
But if you find this Tawnz, how are you? I hope you haven't changed a bit. You were perfect as you were and I know you don't show it unless you're comfortable, but in that case, be comfortable more. I've been reading your works but you don't let on a lot.

If you need anything, or aplace to stay anytime, let me know. You have my number and I do miss you a lot, but I'm assuming, knowing you, it didn't take long to move on to bigger and better things.
You never really explained...

And man, you have a lot to explain.

Maybe catch up for coffee?

Hahahahahahahahaha.
You're brilliant, man.
Hahahahahahaha, too true, too true.

Stop, shudder.
We sit on the log, smoking our cigarettes and ashing into the warping sky.

Reckon we could burn a hole in time with our cigarettes?, she asks, her eyes glimmering in time with the moon and I wonder where abouts she is.

Stop, shudder.
She leans forwards and peirces the sphere with the flaming tip and begins explaining that now, we can travel through time. She sort of grabs at my arm and yanks we forwards with her, but then she disappears, and the time hole closes.

Stop, shudder, alone.

Wherever you went, it's not funny, come back, I half-beg of the waning moon. The moon smiles at me, it's clear grin a part of the green diamonds that swim the skies.

I didn't go anywhere, there's nowhere to go, and she's back beside me.
We put out our cigarettes and travel the trail back to the music.