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"Talking from the late hours of the night to the early hours of the morning. Not about anything particular just… Life."
-LM - Everything I Didn't Say #7
I faded off into the night
Long before the sun ever set
A scarf rests upon the old rocking chair  my mother would sit in, while she sang me to sleep as a child.
The water colour scarf smells of acrylic paint and dusty cigars.
An old cloudy ash tray hangs off the side of a water-stained coffee table, just waiting to be emptied.
I don't want to move anything, because everything is where it is supposed to be.


I cannot tell you how I've longed for this moment. Where I can hear without listening, and taste without using my tongue.
These memories are the kind that become washed up and used repeatedly, until all that is left is laughter without volume.
I have walked my paved and beaten roads
crossed my old and new bridges
and jumped my low and high hurdles,
unrelentingly... allowing nothing...or no one
to rise before me...and tell me : you are wrong,
when, i feel it so strong...that i am right!
no reason could be saner than what I've been taught
no voice, could be more reasonable...or gentler
than those voices of my folks...my childhood...my past,
nothing, or, no one...can ever destroy...or impede
this bursting...yet tempered love within...
i let it grow, the right way i know
i let it nourish my soul,
for, it saves me...from sunrise, to moon glow...


Sally

Copyright June 16, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
It takes so much more energy to hold a grudge, forgiveness will heal your heart not theirs...

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