Diet Coke

The days do not wait for you to have time for them. They fill up and spill out all over the whirlwind in your head, the ache in your muscles. The train leaves on time and the rain begins on schedule, after the I do's have washed the bride's eyes all on their own. You reveled in the effortlessness of celebrations, of returning to familiar rivers with a new scent against your restlessness, it smelled of safety and adventure all at once, I slept for hours. We walked outside long after sunset to find that everything looked the same, but somehow you knew it wasn't. A cold wind blows across the avenues and takes summer as it goes.

You decide it doesn't mean anything at all.