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.
Petal crushed between the pages. Aged. Forgotten. Letters stained, broken with colour. Crimson bleeds on your cracked words.
Calm waters. Still air. Moments pass. I sit waiting. Ripples surface. My heart pounds.
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We said we’d drink Sailor Jerry. A bottle to share you and I. We’d drink until dark. Get soaked on spiced rum. Dance in the bar. Cares set aside.
We’d forget all that came. All that we knew. Forget about morning, that inevitable grind. Set sail on the night seas. An adventure we’d have. A story to tell.
Yet we didn’t drink, we didn’t dance. Day came and it was just the same. Jerry’s still waiting. I’m still waiting. Bottle in hand.
A story to tell.
Uncomfortable yet comforting. I sit in the tree. The willow branches falling. A shield from the world. Soon I’ll go. Jump down. Return. To the day to day; work, school, life. For now I lie upon the rough bark. Close my eyes. No disruption. No surprises. My choice. My time.