This night I think of you running for the bus, falling in the rain. A yesterday. Forgotten. A routine we won’t play.
Cold. Grey. Yet stone eyes crack. Crumble with a tear.
I didn’t know your heart was broken. Didn’t know it wheezed. Falling at my finger tips, crumble into grey.
Hanging from a thread. Dancing in the breeze. Your silver wings left behind. Detatched. Dismissed. Alone without purpose.
Sunlight cuts through horizontal blinds. Yellow white so bright it’s blinding. A momentary distraction from this day. A brief escape from the humdrum, the tip tapping, clitter clatter of working life. In that moment, when I can’t quite see, I’m with you. Warm sun basking. Waves lapping. Sharing a secret. Not yet forgotten.
Silence fits like a glove. Well worn over the years. Our symphony of synchronisation. Comfort in the pauses.
I threw my heart into the sky. There it hangs, waiting. Glowing bright. Beating boldly. Longing for you to notice.
I got challenged to write a story including the word Rhinoceros
The rain drizzled half-heartedly. Soaking my jacket, without even trying. I was walking alone. I’m not sure when I let go of his hand. I think it was near the rhinoceros enclosure though it might have been before. I didn’t notice the loss. Didn’t notice his absence. I think I knew it was over. I turned to look back. He was stood reading about the rhino. Endangered. Extinct. Time for goodbye.
Fingers crawling on my face. Pinching at tears that graze and burn. Furrow lines buried deep. Seeds you planted long ago.