I want to dance
To swim the warm waters
Run barefoot through fields of yesterday
When you were there
I have lost more than my soul mate
There are no sunsets, no moon rise
The breeze no longer moves through the trees
The leaves are still
You have taken the air from this world
I can no longer breathe without you here
I wait, drifting like a slow-moving river
Until I can walk the path you have taken…
Will
You stay
One more day
Turn on the lights
Vanish the darkness
Don’t take Christmas with you
Words were spoken, yet we mend
Don’t wrap my tears beneath the tree
If you must go, leave the dog, she’s mine
Don’t close the door one last time, stay with me…
November 21, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a romance. Focus on the relationship between two people. Build tension and end on a happy(ish) note. Go where the prompt leads!
My parents are the stories of poets, romantics
Married fifty-six years, they still hold hands
I hope some of that love has rubbed off
That I hold my husband’s hand as long
I remember years ago, asking mum
How she knew dad was the one
He was persistent, for three weeks he sent flowers
With a handwritten poem
Until I agreed to our first date
The rest is history,
dad was the romantic one
I asked my dad the same question
His answer, She’s my star
Without her there’s no light in the world
What more can I say…
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Something familiar disturbs my sleep, my thoughts
Knowing is not enough to reveal all
It feels old, far away out of reach
Yet demanding, needing to be found
Understood, remembered
Music I don’t recognise steals part of my day
Strange scent assails the air, faint, almost recognisable
The way of passing someone wearing perfume
as if walking through a half-remembered fog
Leaving sticky fingers on my memory
Nails clawing the dark corners of my mind
Where the knowing hides
My dreams like the dark spaces
I remember him, but sunlight washes it away
All but his voice, my name whispered from his lips
Wait for me, I will return
This voice I know from the many lifetimes past
Why must love be lost like ships passing
Can destiny be tricked to let us love again…?
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I need you here in my world
How do I claim a soul taken too soon?
If I slam on the brakes, fly through the windscreen
Would I find you in the dead zone?
In my half state, would I be able to hold on to you
Bring you back
Does the memory of me live with you still?
Do you hear me calling late at night?
For one last moment
One kiss, one touch of your hand
Our daughter is calling
Daddy, I’m hungry
I am called back to my own world
By the sound of her voice
There is an empty space walking beside me
An outline of you I cannot touch…
