You are a dancing breeze on a claustrophobic day. Whispers of hope in the dust. A fleeting relief, a kiss of ice. Just passing through.
I wish I’d made a different choice.
I wish I was your friend.
Eyes meet, heart breaks.
Regret hurts still.
I thought I saw you driving a Volvo,
My heart broke for a moment as you shifted gears.
Sun rise on a black and white day
Brightness lifted, contrast sharpened
Sifting through shades of grey
A gradient without colour
Dew sparkles, glimmering in the morning chill. Tears holding on. Lost as the sun rises.
In dappled sunshine
The cold stone stares,
Like rows of dominoes waiting,
Rows of lives lost, taken.
In shadows they dance,
Among the trees, standing tall.
A watch tower for the dead.
For the lost.
Silk waters, sun dreaming in vivid hues of blue, yet
on the horizon, waves screaming, rocks crashing,
bitter fret cuts the skies.
In the darkness I wait.
By the phone box I stand.
Shattered glass crunching.
Broken shards bleeding.
You’ll find your way.
You are the crack in my pavement,
the fall I didn’t see.