Broken Echoes

Six months ago today, I held your hand.

I begged, repeatedly.

Asking you, please stay.

Six months ago today, I kissed your head.
I cried, tears burning my heart
Asking you, please hang on.

Six months ago today, I hugged you tight.
I howled in pain,
Asking you, please don’t go.

Six months ago today,
your heart stopped, ma. so did mine. 

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As You Turn Away

On nights when I can barely keep my eyes closed, my mind just wanders.

Aimlessly.

Sometimes, I think of you. The hows and the whys.

Repeatedly.

Then I realise, no matter how much I overthink, there will never be ‘right’ answers.

Just, empty replies.

Your truths. My truths.

All along, I kept asking the wrong question. So.Who are you when we first met?

Who are you now?

A stranger. Fleeting.Strapped with unknown truths.

There. There.

Fading.

Abstracts. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Endless white walls.
Her eyes closing.

Dark stretched canvas.

Without playing a single note.

Blue hues, with drops of rain.

Scratches of red wine.

Etched in the wood work.

Dividing oceans,

Moving deep orange sunsets.

Silence resonating.

Pulse racing.

Into the falling leaves.

Across the echoes of her mind.
Disappearing, quickly.

As she came.

Into the night.

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You close your eyes, trying to drown in silence.
In the darkness of midday.
Everyone gets lost around you.
Mindlessly, on loop.

You blink back those tears. Struggling.
Struggling to breathe.
Piercing summer heat calling you out to play.
Mindlessly, on loop.

You open your mouth, to speak.
Your thoughts drawing a blank canvas.
Blue. Red. Yellow. Green.
Mindlessly, on loop.

She kisses your eyelids. She wipes away your tears. She lovingly caresses your mouth.
Stretch of white sand. Walking along a crowded mall. Sitting on a park bench.
Happily, on loop.

No words. Absolutely no need.
Days, months, years.
Just her, on loop.

Seconds Apart.

Falling deeper

Tonight, the questions keep on coming.

Like the rain, drops slowly pouring in to your open window.

You ask, you beg, you pray, you yell, you surrender.

Still, the questions remain unanswered.

With the whys contradicting the hows, each time leaving you more confused than the last.

Stillness of the earth, inviting, keeping you afloat. Repeatedly, you ask.

Where do you go? What do you do?

The faint echoes of silence nudging, depriving, reminding.

And tonight, the questions keep on coming — beating on what’s left of your battle worn heart.

Time is up.