I was told you could feel something that’s gone
It’s called phantom pain
Often it has to do with the sense of pain when a limb is severed
The body never wants to let go
I felt near my heart where there was nothing
Then why do I still hear the beat of your heart ?
This is a short fiction written for G-Man for Friday.
Photography by Jessica
The sky turned from grey to radiant blue in an instant
“What is in the horizon?” she called to her friend.
“Clear skies here. Must be a fluke. It will pass” she said with familiar cheer.
When grey turned to an ominous, black vacuum she called again
“Dont go out” the phone went dead.
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Happy Friday and clear skies to all!!!
The wind blew my
hat off caught by a
bird who took a crap on my
head which was running
away with my thoughts that
congealed with the
cat vomit on my
I wasn’t paying attention too
late it had ended as it
started with my glasses
in the toilet
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“You said you were coming for the weekend.”
“I’m sorry I have to work honey.”
ring ring ring “I no longer yearn to hear your voice dialing disappointment.”
feelings teetering on a carriage of cooling emotions
It’s too late to speak to my heart
The last plug was disconnected by your meaningless calls
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Photography – Stock Photography
One day nothing
next the assurance of you
words painted with color
what was its meaning?
Like spring’s flower budding
was new love
powered by fragrance
what source does it grow?
colors have faded
petals have fallen
what once was fresh
catch it before
On a night bound for no where
Two lonely hearts collided
“For this night love me” she implored
He felt a careening heat
expelled desire he’d never known
When he reluctantly shook sleep from his head
He wondered if a storm front had passed thru the night and reorganized his room
Had it been real?
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I saw them
The tears I had wept
Trailing from my broken heart
watering this cold floor
with no where to hide
they had remained
a bitter reminder
what we had loved through
I heard my cries
as if they had just escaped
will they forever
Wetting my cheek
once again with sorrow
I am prostrate
on the airport tiles
memories left behind
I turn and face your pleading heart
stumbling over the ghost of despair
I had left there
Love’s barren portrait
etched for all time
on our personal wailing wall
a place where lovers reunite
where we said our final “goodbye”