I came here with different thoughts but once the white found me this changed.
“I entreat you to spare some of your warmth” became the fable flying out my door.
To another path I went hoping to find a way that didn’t lead back to a notorious beginning.
You know one of those tortuous start again and again break your heart again.
There’s a bird singing in the tree outside my window.
A good omen.
Not a nightingale but still a sweet warble from natures court giving company.
I want to stop the I in my dreams and have more of them and us.
Sleeping with my heart closed is suffocating my mind.
Funny how you forget that empty space until you knock your shins on the inside of your tears.
Robinson Crusoe was a rich man with his Friday.
I fear I may have shipwrecked a mate.
Perhaps we can resume again on a new mending day?
There’s a pinch in the hem of me.
A blank pardon stares back without frills.
Winter was ice.
Shall we breathe some fresh Summer?
Let me curtsy for you and smooth out the tide.
© K S Hardy 2013
Missing someone is wretched but sometimes there is no rescue only acceptance.