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Worlds Collide

Alex Feng drives home from the hospital, leaving behind the woman of his dreams. As she lay dead on the hospital bed, part of his heart withers away with her. The bumpy ride back from the hospital reminds him of their relationship. Though most would consider it to be a rough ride, and would much rather have a smooth and loving relationship, Alex and Stella seemed to find love in the potholes and flat tires of the world. They found love like gaining muscle in a gym. By breaking apart the muscle while lifting weights, it comes back bigger and stronger. In the instance of love, Alex and Stella seemed to break apart constantly yet come back bigger and doucheyer. Alex finally arrived at his house and into his bed, a photographic reminder of the time they spent together rests on the nightstand. Alex closes his eyes and remembers more of their past. He remembers going on a run in his new neighborhood and seeing her for the first time. His bar was low and he was lonely, so he decided to approach her. Though she barely passed his standards in looks, which were low to begin with, her inner-character was a red flag to anyone with at least two brain cells. Yet Alex, persistent as a Jehovah’s Witness, overlooked such things as logic and began the journey of love. Alex remembers this moment in vivid detail, as memories are all he has left. However memories are in the past, but the present is now, and Alex does not have anyone else in the present. Stella was his last love, lost into the realm of fire and flame. Longing to join her again, Alex grabs the rohypnol that he used on their first date and takes some pills. He wanted to see her again, even if it was just in his dreams. Drowsing off into unconsciousness, Alex was happy that he would see his baby again, even if it meant travelling to hell to do so.
Written by JohnWilksLincoln (John Wilkes Lincoln)
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Author's Note
John Wilkes Lincoln brings a new perspective on the relationship between Stella and Alex in his new poem. Sometimes a person who you love can live a life shorter than expected, but this poem shows that it is necessary to move on. Though this process is very difficult, one in which we must move on and hold the memories close, rather than forgetting what we had.
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