I stood quivering in my stance. Though not from fear or shock. My body shook from anger. From pure uncared rage, Spilling from my frame.
One second turned into two, And two to three. Seconds turned to minutes, And minutes to hours. However, outside of my fiery mind, A mere second had passed.
I ran, but my body stood still. I hid, but I remained in plain sight. I attacked but my stance saw no change. I fell to my knees, and finally, I felt the pain of my weight Crashing against the cold, hard cement.
Helpless, I shut my eyes, Awaiting the fate I knew awaited. The same fate of another before me. Acceptance felt like bliss, My tears faded away, And I signed the final page of my story.
Footsteps grew closer, The pin clicked back, But his breathe by my side Slowly faded behind me.
Against my will, I was spared, And forced To stare Into the cold Empty eyes of a friend.
As I woke On a cold winter morning, My head filled By the sound of hooves Knocking against the frozen ground.
I gazed out my frosty window, Fiery amber rumps gleaming In the soft morning sun, As the horses gallop Past the white wispy trees.
I watched as they faded From golden steeds To mere dots in the horizon.
As I wonder Wether they’d ever return, A small cream foal Wandered from behind the barn. Luka is his name.
My dear Luka, Now, a stunning Golden stallion. The reason I wake up, And gaze out My frosty window Each morning.
Eyes that hold secrets, With lips that will never share. A mind worth millions, With hands that never write. Her world is endless, Yet she moves not an inch.
Parallel in existence, I live not the same. For I hold empty eyes, With no secrets to bare. A mind full of gears, That simply won’t turn. My world is finite, So I move not an inch.
Then it begins. Charlie ran for his life as shots buzzed past his head. Every step, ringing his head like a jackhammer. He dove behind cover and reloaded for a final time, unbeknownst to him. Every moment, every memory, every feeling rushed through his head as it rest against a large grey stone, The only thing between him and relentless fire. A crunch, a step, a charge. Charlie leapt from behind his safety and fired his last Hail Mary.
The enemy fire struck his stomach, then his chest, then his head. He fell to the ground, his heavy head crashing against the snow. His brothers point and laugh. His brothers point and laugh as the eldest throws one more snowball, right at his head, for good measure.
Simple.
Life would be simple If she wasn’t there To text me in the morning Or call me at night.
Life would be simple If all I had to worry about Was me, my dog, And my fish.
Life would be simple Without ice cream dates, Or movie nights, Or long talks in the night.
Life would be simple Without kisses on the forehead, Or long, warm hugs, Or kind words on a bad day.
Life would be simple Without love.
Life would be so very simple Without Dani.
