'Thank you, it's a gift from my father.'
She tells me with a smile.
A small silver ring, cradled in her hand.
'It's fine, I love to swim'
An hour underwater,
Together, a moment of fun.
'See you next week!'
Her healing smile warms my body,
Gentle voice soothing my soul.
'See you then.'
She leaves with a smile,
While I return to shower.
'Do you wish to speak?'
A teary woman asks,
Face familiar through the daze.
'What can I even say?'
Sitting in a packed church,
Voice like a zombie.
'She was so happy that you found her ring...'
I nod and say nothing,
The woman leaves me be.
'And it was all Yellow...'
Coldplay, your favourite song,
I swear will haunt me forever.
'It's been 20 years...'
Even so, tears still fall.
Blurring out a dull reality.
'I'm doing fine.'
Lying through clenched teeth,
I hear her scold me in my mind.
'Bullshit.'
Time stripped away her face,
Voice an empty echo.
'And it was all Yellow.'
The song hits me hard,
Sobbing in the supermarket.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 9:52 AM UTC
Unsettling feelings settle in,
Distraction without cause.
A million plans of what to do.
Overwhelmed, I pause.
Minutes become hours,
And fast turn into days.
Days drift into many years,
Evidenced by the greys.
Trapped inside this vivid dream,
Broken, Sad, Forlorn.
Finding peace with moonlight's kiss,
Hating hopeless dawn.
'It all gets better in the end',
Simply, I don't buy it.
Stifled deep within my heart,
This haunting disquiet.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 8:44 PM UTC