Dime-store Romance

“I meet you. I remember you. This city was tailor-made for love. You fit my body like a glove. Who are you? You’re destroying me. I was hungry. Hungry for infidelity, for adultery, for lies, and for death. I always have been. I had no doubt you’d cross my path one day. I waited for you calmly, with boundless impatience. Devour me. Deform me to your likeness, so that no one after you will ever again understand the reason for so much desire. We’ll be alone, my love. Night will never end. The day will never dawn again on anyone. Never again. At last. You’re still destroying me. You’re good for me. We’ll mourn the departed day in good conscience with goodwill. There’ll be nothing else for us to do but mourn the departed day. Time will pass. Only time. And a time will come when we can no longer name what it is that binds us. Its name will gradually be erased from our memory until it vanishes completely.”