Tranquil waters lap at my ankles, as I stir with my feet, while
Red and gold of eternally setting and rising suns paint
Universes of incomparable loveliness in my mind.
Your hand quests for mine, quietly warm, seeking.
I lean closer, twine my fingers in yours, thinking of
Many waters coming together as one.
On the surface, all calm, unchanging, eternal,
On the surface.
I lean against your shoulder,
Close my eyes.
If only love could talk, it would reach deep beneath,
It would rumble and roar, I am sure.
I lean against you.
Wish I could be more like (you)
I’ve been hurt so many times it hurts.
I’m not envious, not boastful, not proud.
And what has that got me?
While pious show-offs reign.
I don’t delight in evil. I can say that much.
One day the truth will come out
There’s that at least:
I still have hope.
A single light blazes in the distance guiding my way, the only thing visible through the haze. The past haunts each step: explosions, screams, decisions, truths too harsh to remember or forget.
Twenty feet away now, feet crunching through snow, hair frosted by harsh winds. A door swings open to reveal a shadowed face.
They will call us heroes, saviors of our world.
But what about our life together? Can you accept the person I’ve become? Can the person I’ve become accept you? I have to know, once for all.
“Honey, I’m home.”
This is my weekly post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle, our ever-present light in the dark. For more stories, click the link.
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This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly blog hop where we all write stories of about 100 words (this one is slightly under – yay) in response to a prompt. To join in and to see more stories, click the blue froggy!
I never look back to see the sun set through the tears that cloud my vision. I thought this time would be different. You would accept me for who I am.
I can still remember the awe on your face as the many-colored rays cascaded around my relaxed body, thrumming with ancient magic.
“You said you were different but wow,” you said, smiling in awe.
The glances came later, the suspicions, the moments of fear when I got angry.
I take wing, now a glistening swan, my preferred form. I never look back again.
There was something I was really supposed to tell you. I remember writing it down somewhere. Was it on my iPhone? No… I forgot to charge the stupid thing again last night. I didn’t have my journal at the time, so it couldn’t have been my journal either.
Agh, where did I write it down? The thing I definitely had to tell you. Something important… Somewhere I wouldn’t lose it or forget where it was… Why do I always do this?
It’ll come to me eventually.
One more day to go in the A-Z challenge!
Time moves more slowly when we’re apart and more quickly when we’re together. Within those precious moments, seconds pass from the glorious present into the heated warmth of forever memories burning like a golden sun which can never quite consume what was and what will be.
Obstacles never stay between us long, whether pebble or river or mountain. What can I say? My world curves around you like the surface of the earth curves around its center. Don’t get me wrong. We both have our lives and we both do our thing. It just always comes back around to you.
I wonder what Einstein would say about that.
Last video ever, but I found it while searching for an image for this one and it was too fun not to share. Looks like it would be hard work to draw, but still fun to watch. The tricks our minds can play!
Hard to believe April is almost over. This is my second A-Z challenge and I will definitely plan this better next year, but have had a lot of fun and seen a lot of interesting posts. Peace!
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Here’s my submission for Friday Fictioneers, finally getting back into the swing of things I hope! I’ve made it a News Years Resolution to get back on the writing boat. Happy New Year!
I’ve been numb since that day you never showed up for coffee. You have given me presents, excitement, a car, a dream vacation, promises any day now we will finally sit down and talk about nothing important – just us. Years have gone by. In a coffee shop alone over a cup of Earl Grey, I realize, not for the first time,
I can’t do this. If you do not show up this time – it’s over, I mean it. I don’t even know if I can say goodbye, but somehow I have to – let go of this dream.