The Very Least You Can Do

Summary

The Very Least You Can Do is a raw, lyrical plea for closure—exploring heartbreak, longing, and the ache of love’s rejection at luciditybooks.

The very least you can do after dismissing me without notice is to let me kiss you one last time. Consider it a charitable act of closure, if for nothing more.

The absence of your presence is like sending me into the wilderness. I am without clothing, food, or drink there. I must endure the hardships of being without you.

Moments in time that will survive throughout infinity is the course. You have given me this course by arbitrarily casting me into the remotest parts of outer darkness.

Go away, and as you walk do not even bother to cast a shadow, is what you have told me. I must obey your command because I love you. I always want to be a pleasure and a delight for you.

Yet what I want and what you want seem to be in a mismatched state. Our sentiments about our visions of the future are jumbled. I have heard you well. I am utterly surprised by the impact of your words. They seem to have come out of nowhere.

I perceive that I am asleep. I hope that I am asleep. And if I am not sleeping, I hope you are only daydreaming. I hope you are not conscious of what you are saying to me.

Your words have deeply hurt me without warning. They are blistering words of rejection that glow in the dark. These words flow like molten rock over the affections I wrongly believed you felt for me.

And so, I plead on standing feet that you allow me one last kiss before I leave.

Let me kiss you back and front. I want to kiss you from thigh to thigh and in-between. I will kiss you until you flow and overflow with nostalgia. You are about to consign this presence to the past. Let me kiss you until you can’t stand it anymore. Your head will become as dizzy as the horrible words that you are now speaking to me.

I am like a dinosaur watching a bright light in the sky just before impact. Your words vaporize me in an instant. But unlike the dinosaurs, I can feel the pain of your blast. I also endure the aftermath of your decision about your further association with me.

Have pity on the true at heart and the loving in spirit. Let me kiss you one last time. Then you can banish me into the free-flowing winds of climate change.

A devastating ground and aerial attack struck the unprepared and defenseless. It was strategically deployed by word of mouth from adorable lips. This attack is as depleting and defeating of an assault as a love dearly can get.

Why are you telling me to go away? Your words are depriving my knees of strength. My feet are screaming at me to run away. This way, I can’t hear what you are saying.

One last long enthusiastic kiss below your pelvic is all that I ask of you. I am dismissed by you without a whim. I am then transformed into an egg roll on burnt toast that no one wants to eat.

My equilibrium with reality shattered. Indeed a goodly part of my sanity broke into mindless splinters. This was caused by your disturbing choice of words and your ruthless decision to expunge me so haphazardly.

Arise, my sense of being. I need you in this moment of terror. You must strengthen me in this hour of catastrophic need.

My loved one is pushing me into the unseen void of forgetfulness. I wander through an endless maze. I am never capable of touching and holding her again.

Just one last kiss to your lips gloriously housed between your feet. I will rest not in peace. I will not rest in contentment at your loss. I will rest in gratitude for the time you gave me. You turned my status-quo about my relationship with you into mush.

This I ask of you with all due diligence and sincerity. I hope that my words will persuade you. I ask you to rethink the decision that you have made about me.