Cosmic Goodbye

"Im loosing you."I said dejectedly.

You shrugged. "You gave me up a long time ago."

We were in a little room, a cosmic box suspended in discordian goo. It was empty, with directionless oneway glass, two plastic lawn chairs, a solid oak lawn table, and shag carpeting. The walls were gray, except for a corncob pipe on a peg. On the end table was a clear plastic ash tray and a bottle of vodka. My glass was round and half full. You wore a black beret and little tiny glasses, a black suit. You were a beatnik and I remembered why I loved you and why I hated you too. I wore a Yeti costume. "I thought you were a Steampunk now." I said. You lit up a cigarette. "Well, Im not. Im a beatnik." You never caught it, but you were so caught up in labels. But I loved that, too.

"I miss you." I said, playing with my soft, plasticy fur. My plastic Yeti head rested on the floor beside my chair.

"No you dont. You can no longer have my undying affection, so you want it. Im not sure how you intend to have me, but you need to just grow the fuck up. The time passed. You were painful."

"You said I was worth it."

"I lied."

"I know." I said. I wished I smoked, too. Actually, I wished I was dead. I pulled off a Yeti hand and took a sip of the Vodka. It was green apple flavored. You got out of your chair and started to pace, your cigarette dangling precariously on your finger joints, your beret perched rebelliously on your head. You took a drag of your cigarette. "I loved you so much, I killed parts of me to make it go away, if thats any consolation." You reassured me suddenly. I started to play with the hair on my Yeti thighs.

"It is. I wish it wasent, but it makes me warm inside to know you have scar tissue, too."

You picked up the bottle of Vodka and topped off my glass, before retreating to the corner of the room and sinking into the crease of the wall. You looked at it thoughtfully, before taking a tentative sip. When you resurfaced, all you said was,

"Aha."

I blinked, indignintly. "You cant just say Aha. You never said that when you were with me, and you cant say that now." The Yeti costume head grunted in agreement. You took another drag, and took a slightly braver sip of the vodka you had politly procured. I took a brave sip of mine, and offered it to the Yeti head. You stared at me.

"A-h-aaaa."

I suddenly got up and I stomped my cumbersome, plastic Yeti foot. My drugs make it hard to get angry, but Im going to try my darndest.

"You know what? I left you because you were a parasite. I may have ripped peices of you out, but you were slowly eating away at the same peices of me. Your soultion to me being too much for you was to turn me into a host organism." I turned away from you.

"Im going away now. You're going to avoid me untill we inevitably cross each others path next lifetime. Just let me recover for the rest of this one."

"Eris?"

I looked at you. Your glasses were off.

"Im going to need allot more then that to get you out of my head." You say, staggering to your feet.

You put your shades back on in one akward, non fluid motion. Your beret falls off, and you dont notice. It doesnt take much to hammer you, I muse. But you knew that. You stumble towards the door, and cast a final look back at me, through those tiny, useless sunglasses. You open the door and fall into the Discordian goo, tumbling back towards your home planet. I pick up your beret and I brush it off. Thats what its always been, huh? Me stealing pieces of you to fill the holes you made, and vice versa. I finger the felt. I sure hope it was vice versa, but Im sure it wasent.

But...I must have done something for you.

I pick up the yeti head and stare into the one way glass. It purrs at me, and I pop the beret on its head.

I think about that time you read me Sirens of Titan.

And so it goes.