Linguistic Enthusiast. Hoping one day the novel within me will materialise!
Months in the making: A labour Of love. A lifetime Of commitment A bond; a noose. The lungs, the life You gave me. The heart, the beat You drummed.
Thank-you doesn't seem like enough Or the word Now in the moment You might leave. Time seems too short Out of no-where days and Nights are counted down to hours Yet the hope still lingers.
Shall I. Will I. Won't I. Wonder I wander I Worried I'll miss the point. Satisfy What need. A need unknown Unavoidable Unfathomable until too late. Tick Tick A list To do.
Blank structureless but mess.
'Hmm. I don't think you should go out in that.' Why not. I grimace and stare hard into the mirror. Yes. I knew it. I just thought, maybe, I might... 'You're kidding right.
Only in the black of night do I see. Behind closed lids, the script of a life once known plays out. Familiar faces are frozen in time. One face prevails in the blackness. The last I saw.