Morning silence, an unseen bird chirps alone. Grey skies stream through the window, the day a canvas for broken dreams.
as you colour, crayons sweepings, I dream of the ocean. The waves lapping. To and fro, in and out. A breath exhaled. A friend waiting. The salt on my tongue. Bitter.
Some nights I miss you. Some nights I don’t care. The moon smiles wide in the darkness. Full of you tonight.
I dial your number. A number I can’t forget. The phone slips through my hands. I hold it close to my face. Mouth dry, eyes stinging. My heart thudding in my throat. Each ring a shock. Each ring a scream. The connection rings, rings, and rings. A corridor of memories unanswered. I let the receiver fall, breathe again. Hard. Hurting. Drowning in you.
Cold. Grey. Yet stone eyes crack. Crumble with a tear.
Silent night. Winter skies. In the darkness, the sparks shine. Blazing bright. Leaping wide. Black fading. Silence shattered. In the cold we watch you fall. A shower of starlight dancing. The world alight. On fire. We watch like statues, catch the star dust in our eyes.
I’m drowning in you.
Blue, like the ocean. The tide that turned. The bruise on my hand a reminder. Of the pain I avoided. The day that I changed. I kiss my marked skin. Drown it its sorrow.
in the crack of a branch I hear you,
in the fall of the leaves you are there,
a cold wind calling,
a kiss that slowly burns.
A light on my bike, steers through the darkness. Pedals turn as I leave you behind. Winter drawing in now, the shadows breathe a little deeper. Air grips tight around me. A compress on my chest, crushes as I cry.