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Their New found life
She stood like a nervous wreck, echoing her feelings of loss,
her sudden intakes of breath bellowing into her lungs,
deep into her cascading heart where they rested until
a whimper leapt out of her mouth and met in her mind --
the feeling of insanity, was like a signpost she couldn't miss.
She thought 'I must be'. Everything around her was negative,
a veil covered the afternoon sun and the twittering birds
gathered in the garden as if to transform a melancholic melody.
A depression mounted in the meadows like a landslide
had fallen from peaks of her mind and lodged in her heart
where a shard of glass had encased their entire relationship.
She fell backwards over all the words that had been said,
running into her room she fell backwards onto their bed
thinking of the bare side that from then on would always be
just her without him, she thought 'I can't. Just me?'
not a thought of meeting someone new, just herself, exposed
not good enough, not willing, not able, defeated.
Not one thought of another man in sight, who just might
take care of them both in the way it should be done right.
The sun slipped through the blinds but only fell in the hall.
A tear rippled in her eye but didn't fall.
The house was bare of his belongings, it was as if it were a dream --
A dream that happened in reality but was lived in an illusion,
she was so confused that she tried not to think.
closing her eyes she remembered the calm and then the storm,
The rift that sparked her desire for him in the making up.
The rift that magically would transform into a night of sex
better than when they were actually getting along.
Her hand reached to grab the pillow, sliding under it
she felt something, a T-shirt -- His. She brought it to her face
smelling the essence that had slipped into the fabric;
the unique smell of him made her want him back in an instant,
but it passed as soon as it hit the floor.
She remembered the arguments, the punches, the kicks
the screams, the police, the neighbours, the alcohol,
She remembered her trips to ER, and her explanations, all false.
Her head spun in remembering the thought of her blacked eye,
the ache was still there, deeper than the bruise, now
the pain was in the her memory, in her depression, in their moments.
They all flew towards eachother and collided like heavy traffic.
A giant pile up of uncoordinated domestic life,
lights flashing, breaks screeching in unison with a buzzing.
She leapt up, kicking the T shirt out of the way,
heading quickly for the front room as if it were all one motion.
"HEY MUMMY! Let me in! Why is the door locked?" Shrugging it off,
she said "come here, sweetie!" Holding her world, and their new life
as the sun fell upon them through the opened door,
the depression lifted in the mother daughter embrace
and a dozen white doves flocked out of the garden.
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-Bob Monkhouse
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Last edited by Brit Boi Gee; 03-30-2005 at 10:28 AM.
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