its been 388 days
he thought a year later he might
come up out of his heartache the tears
that dappled his face every day since
he was
ambitious
NO
this is the deepest cut hes had
to endure
this was to the bone
just missing his heart
he felt the cold steel plunge by
he felt his brain
disorganise
felt it wander for many minutes madly running through hallsthrough doorways a pitiful hide ‘n seek then it recognised hiding wasnt rightcouldnt be tolerated
sorely it found its way back
he was outside last night
standing beneath a waxing crescent
moon that reflected just enough sunlight to throw cautious subtle shadows
it was just beyond directly overhead
his shadow puny vaguethe shadows thrown by the trees
were inarticulate pools the ground
looked bruised
the air was chilled
it felt
good to inhale deeply inhale calmly
calmly he thought of the blue
lace agate she gave him It will calm you. You think I need to be calmed Dad, you always need to be calmed. she smiled
she knew him too well
he started walking back up the
hill to the house
he liked the look of it
the yellowamber
hue of candlelight twitching in the livingroom windows
his foot caught a rock that turnedtumbled
out from under it he stumbled a bit that humoured him
ofcourse he had to lookfind his
transgressor
looking down standing beside
him was a shadow
it took his hand and held it briefly
he could smell her in the still
air
then he couldnt
looking
the shadow was gone
the warmth in his hand remained
until he topped the hill and entered the house
1339, Sunday,
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