True Colours

I picture Gran. I think of her sitting by the door suitcase in hand, Wondering if we had forgotten about her or just decided not to bother. I think of her waiting for the knock on her door that would not come. I want to hold her in my arms, to be small again and for her to tell me everything is alright for her to kiss me and tell me she loved me just one more time.

I picture the tree in the backyard. I want to watch the pink blossoms appear. I want to watch them fall to the grass and to hear Father grumble about them making a mess.

I picture my house. the door unlocked at the thought of only being a little while. The cases packed with clothes flung in the middle of the living room. Who would look after the house who will pay the bills.

I picture my room. Blue faded wallpaper unmade bed I smile at that thought. Father forever moaned at me to make it i never did and soon he gave up.

I think of Forever. I try to count how many days that would be.
One, Two, Three..
I can feel darkness closing in now. I follow the black. except It's not black it's yellow and red and blue it's so beautiful.