Sun and Innocence

In the shifting
of the beach shells
lies the secret whispers
of an ‘Us’ that never was.

The trickling of
each grain of sand
poured out our story
of an endless
summer night talking;
me,
huddled under the bedcovers,
while you were
blanketed by
the magic of a starlit night.

Eventhough apart —
we shared the beach.

Your voice was the
wind – sticky and sweet,
soothing me.
Your laughter were
waves that crashed
towards the shore –
tickling, teasing,
touching me.

As the night melted
into the dawn
and our giggles
lulled me to slumber,
I knew I would
hold this image of us
in place –
apart, but connected,
barely together,
joined by the shared magic
of Summer dreams
and innocence.

– 2:42 PM
– July 8, 2009

Chapters

The old armchair creaked softly against the sighing of her body. It was another of those days, the rains poured incessantly, and the cold pursued a straight path to her joints. She looked up towards the attic window as the angry pitter-patter of rain rendered the world outside a murky, mottled gray.

She shivered. She hated being alone in the rain. He always knew that. When thunderstorms came, he would cuddle up next to her, whispering softly in her ear, until her fears melted amidst his sweet words. Too long ago. Memories of him splintered into fragments now. She shivered once again.

She picked up the pen lying by the table beside her, flipped through the journal at her lap and squinted in the flickering light. She remembered where she last left off. It was a long time since she last opened this journal. She started at the sudden flash of lightning.

She missed him. Too much.

Brushing back a tendril of gray hair, she squared her shoulders, and started to write again.

That day, I promised,
in the dying gasps of
my hysteria,
that I would disappear
from the sentimentality
that got me here
in the first place.

And so, as hours
turned into days,
and the brilliance
of Time sputtered
into glimmers of the past,

the Truth shone through
that
finally,
finally.

My heart learned
not to long for you anymore.

- April 24, 2009
- 3:35 PM

Please
just stop
spinning your truths.

Red is still red,
pink will always be pink,
the world will carry on
revolving,

and you – so absorbed
in your own truths,
will be left
behind and
stagnant

against the currents
of the Universe.

- April 24, 2009
- 3:23 PM

Closer

... no one, not even the rain,
has such small hands.


Photo by me: Nikon D40X, kit lens, extension tubes