Playing in the dirt

I grind infinite pebbles into dust between
My fingers and make dirt roads that end in
Mountains with my feet, we sit close, knees
Bent, words between us glued to the roof of
Our mouths

Conversation forsaken in favour of watching
Grass blades before us dance to the twilight winds
Perhaps our speech is lost amongst them
On this what would ordinarily have been another
Summers night

You are leaving, the line ‘it isn’t you, it’s me’
Stumbled from your lips only moments ago, yet
It seems a lifetime, for my heart pounds as from
From a marathon, than a casual stroll around
The park

Yet here we sit in silence, not knowing should
We hug, have that final kiss, part as friends
Wishing ‘we’ had worked a little harder, thinking
That we did and words seem superfluous, as does the
Thought of friendship

The warm winds increase separating the grass
The pebbles between my fingers continue to fall
Neither are seemingly as one anymore
As if unglued, but then again that’s how
They always were

 

(Fictional)

Copyright JMTacken 31.8.2014

Foggy windows

The Word is TICKET

He boarded the train, icy winter winds blowing, dead of night
I watched him take his seat, peer at me through the foggy window
brushing his forearm against the glass with the woollen coat I had bought
him to keep him warm, he made a hole in the fogginess so we could see other,
I with tissues in hand, standing, shivering on the platform, him forlorn

we had kissed and said our last goodbyes, he was moving away, but he was
moving alone, I had been promoted, I had worked hard for years, up the
corporate ladder for a company that now owed me, I was not going to give
that up, I nodded trying to smile this was our final good-bye, not knowing
if our paths would ever cross again, the pain piercing my heart was excruciating

I longed to sit beside him, hold his hand, kiss his soft mouth, to forget
what I had worked so hard for, to tell him how wrong I was, that my place
was with him, by his side now…always, we stared through the window, wasn’t
our love stronger, he asked me to join him, several times, I had refused
we argued, how could I leave, this is what I wanted more than anything

me, always the high achiever, letting my job get in the way, was a
hefty pay increase and a flash new office offering me more happiness
than what we had together, I walked up to the window and placed my hands upon
the glass, he did the same, he kissed the fogginess, drew a heart with our initials, my hands slipped off slowly, I turned and walked away, torn between my love for him and my wants, my greediness

I didn’t look back to see the expression on his face nor him mine
the snow blown wind struck my face, walking to the counter – one ticket
please, I asked, one ticket to follow my heart

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