Apocolyptic silence heavy in the air
familiar landscape, numbed today.
Cars at home, engines yet to wake,
no school chorus, a temporary absence.
Leaves fall gently, no feet to drum them down,
cluttered pavements fill with autumn shades.
Wide open roads, stretch upon the horizon,
time slips easily, travelling in a dream.
whispering wind calls
your name, soft brush of a kiss
lands upon my face
Leaves on the pavement
autumn colours pushed aside,
waiting for your touch
to be airborne once again
to forget they have fallen.
In the whisper
of morning light,
For a while.
Light from your window warms me on this cold night. I sit outside your building. Watch the people come and go. I long to be inside with you, to put this loneliness to bed. Feel your arms around me as once before. Share a smile and a drink. The light shines and I sit in shadows. Cold seeping through my coat. I hug myself, watch your room go dark. Still I sit.
Working on some 72 word stories, quite liked this one.
Walking alone in the dark. Heart pounding, tempo high. Footsteps echo through the night. I push my hands deep into my pockets, fists curled tight. Shouldn’t have come this way, shouldn’t have walked away.
The steps quicken. I hold my breath. Push on hard. Then exhale. Just another girl on her way home. Another girl like me. I breathe.
The air doesn’t escape, it traps in my throat. Hands around my arm, squeezing tight. I shouldn’t have come this way.
Turn to the darkness, my sleeve is caught on a branch. I release it and run on through the park. Run into the embrace of the waiting street lights.
Back to the city, back to the noise. I bathe in the glow, inhale the street. No more diversions. No more tonight.