I stand alone

Staring at the heart of the home

With an open door

a broken floor

Leads to an empty hall

Where paintings fall

A room that cannot speak

A heart that can no longer beat

Cobwebs glisten

But no one listens

Silence falls

Echoes down the halls

The key they’d given me still fit the lock but the house no longer felt like home....

I don’t think about it

As I lay awake in bed,

I always push my thoughts towards something else instead.

I don’t think about it

As I start the day,

I think about other things, honestly I’m doing Okay.

I don’t think about it

As I’m driving my car,

Other people are worse off than me, I wonder how they are.

I don’t think about it

As I cook my evening meal,

If I don’t think about it, then it will ...

She was Elysian. There was and still is no other way to describe her. Pure, divine, serene. Just beauty. My own Snow White.

Unfortunately, there was a splatter of blood trickling down onto her wine red lips.

Delicate and still.

In her clasped hands she held lavender....

Red is my colour, garibaldi red.

A colour I believe in.

I wear it when my team play so that they will win.

But they lose instead....

The whisper rumbled

Across the sky,

A tear tumbled

Out of her eye.

The murmur crashed

Through the trees

Lightening flashed:

See me please...

He sits in the faded armchair by the window, waiting for her. To pass the time he watches the cars zoom by, fancy things driven by electrics now. Woludn’t know the names if he tried. Couldn’t!

He tries to find something more familiar, and settles on the hedge. He knows the names of the little purple flowers that are growing there, the ones that the honey bees are fussing over… lavender! Yes, lave...

Earthquakes no longer feel so foreign to my body,

Yet the world just carries on, calm and serene.

A tsunami happening inside of my body,

And people are unaware, it’s completely unseen.

There’s a thunderstorm beating inside of my head,

But life just carries on; day to day routine bore.

Tidal waves crashing side to side in my head,

This is what happens when you are not here anymore....

You are unaware of my stare,

So wrapped up in your thoughts as you pass me by.

You don’t realise that you are like me,

You wouldn’t even want to try.

Too busy thinking what to have for tea,

Lasagne, curry, or something low fat?

Or could it be that your thoughts are more complex than that,

This task is a distraction, from the turmoil you face at home.

Maybe you just want to be alone....

I thought about fighting.

But my hands were tied.

I thought about running.

But I had nowhere to hide.

I thought about jumping.

But my legs were like lead.

I thought about leaving, but I stayed instead....

I’m all wrong.

Not the right way around.

Not upside down as such but maybe sideways?

Stuck.

Like a slinky stuck on the stairs.

Missed a step.

Stuck half way.

But that doesn’t mean that I’m not going to make it to where I’m supposed to be.

It just might take more time.

And with that I’m fine....