Monday, 7 October 2024

Silence


And the days we don't talk, I , uneasily, realise that life is so damn short.

Friday, 4 October 2024

Yeah!


Do you know what I wish for? I wish for it to be too good to be true.

Thursday, 3 October 2024

Heaven


 And at the back of the cupboard, she saw the blue bottle. She hesitated, but then got it out. Again, another pause, because she knew if she opened it, it would take her back. Holding it up to the light, she could see there was a little bit of perfume left. She unscrewed the lid and took a deep breath in, holding it to her nose. She held the bottle there for a moment and inhaled again, closing her eyes. It was the fragrance she had gifted him all those years ago. He wore it all the time. It was him, it was made for him. She slowly recapped the lid and put the bottle back into the cupboard. It was going to stay there. There was no other place for it to be. 

Wednesday, 2 October 2024

Closer


 "How close can you come?"

"How close do you want me to be?....Here? Or here?"

"Mmm ...so close, that a breeze cannot pass between us. That close, that our entwined hands look as one. Close, so that our breathing is synchronised. Close, that you know my next thought. That close, that when I look at you, you're already looking at me". 

"Come here". 



Monday, 30 September 2024

Again


When I don't understand, 

I read. 

I read so that what's been said in the past, will make sense of the current situation. 

And it did. It does. 

It helps me see you.

Again. 

Gains and Losses


 You lose, you lose again

And then you gain.

You lose once more, and you don't know why life treats you so badly, 

But then you gain. 

It's a journey of losing and gaining. 

And somehow it balances out.

And you start to notice the gains,

Once you've made it.

And trust me 

You'll remember your losses,

And you'll thank them.


Sunday, 29 September 2024

Dad


All I'm begging for is one more lifetime with you. 

Is that too much to ask for? 

Because I have so much to say to you. I have nobody that I can share my pain with. But I know if I sat with you, you'd listen and I'd look at you, your face and your gentle eyes and I'd be reassured that you understand me. 

Not an hour, not a day but one lifetime. One more chance to be your daughter. 

Mine

These words that I pen are not about you.