The Unknown
The comfort of his old t-shirt, tattered and thin attempts to
soothe out the wrinkles caused from the day. Fighting my focus and battling the awareness of my
beginnings. Frazzled thoughts and twinges of yearning seem to collide as a
thunderstorm of chaos.
A greed nestled so deep astounds me and is why I cannot sleep. Wrapping the blanket around me I venture
outside, maybe gripping it a little too tight. A second skin yielding
protection from the chill in my heart and the effects of the night. The swing
creaks with each pass, as I push on. Crisp air stings my face and I stop. Eyes closed, facing the brightness of the
moon. Denying it the confession it already knows.
Scents of the night pass. Lavender, rosemary, and the scent of his
cologne. Causing a whirlwind of reminders, one can never forget. A road less
traveled, awaits on the other side of dawn. A mystery of curves and turns will
lead into the unknown.
Leaves whisper as they scatter around this resting spot. Crickets
sing in sweet harmony. A tempo of melodies, tempos, and a tune only nature can
produce. A song of my own, touches a secret place and causes a yearning of
home.
A silence rests as the wind takes a break. A silence defining a
true meaning of wistfulness. An attempt to live on, when one has left.
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