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105. Open window

And if I knew what life had in store for me, 
would I still march forward? 
Would my courage falter,
wither,
and die?

Why have our paths crossed? 
Which one of us is standing at the crossroads?

I write these words as I sit beside the open window.
The darkness is interrupted by the flashy lights of an awakening city. 

Beside me lies a lady.
Her family is gathered around her —
perhaps to say their final farewell. 
Tears are too private for public display,
sometimes.

Whispers travel far in this silenced hospital ward. 
Everyone is falling asleep around me, but I am wide awake.

The window is open.

©Brindology 2017

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100. Death mask

This is my death mask.
I can no longer see who I am.

She sits beside the water,
Looking down at her reflection.
Fingertips break the stillness of the water.
Her face travels to the edge,
Close to her feet. 

Ripples aren’t always silent.

The flowers fall slowly 
Yet the tree remains standing in the distance.
One moves,
The other does not.
The child goes far,
Beyond the travelling footsteps of the father.

Ripples aren’t always silent. 

The water is still once more.
She turns away from the dark pond,
And looks to the sky.
Merciless sunlight bathes her face.
She struggles to stand.
Pausing,
She breathes deeply,
Resting her hands on the wet soil for comfort.

This is my death mask.
I wish I knew who I’ve been. 

©Brindology 2017

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87. Footsteps near the dying 

Be still for a little longer, please. 
Let me walk in the fragrance of your breath
And the shadow of your death;
My footsteps will no longer awaken you,
I promise you.

If I may only remember you for a little while more,
I shall keep a piece of you with me forever, 
Enshrined deep within my heart. 

You never knew how ardently I loved you. 

(Rest in peace, David Bowie.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Exquisite

74. Empty corner

the corner where you once were is now empty.
only silence fills that space.
did death come gently and hold you tenderly in his arms as you drifted off to sleep?

i shall sit here and wait for this moment to pass.
the sun has come up and let us all see how amazing you were.

the radio keeps playing.
the same old songs are there.
but this pain still cuts like a knife.
i loved you.
i love you.

you stopped my tears,
all these years,
especially when I was so scared.

i won’t let them tell me that i’m not strong.
i will not go back to being lonely.
i’ll be alive,
i won’t give up this fight.

(Dedicated with love and gratitude to George Michael. Thank you for the comfort of your music all these years. Rest in peace, my first Greek love. Xx)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Retreat

73. Memories 

My mind has shielded these precious memories from their eyes.
What was yours and mine has remained just so, a quiet contemplation between us both.

My face has been gazed at most lovingly by your heart all this while.

The moments we held hands,
The secrets we whispered into each other’s breath,
The tears which fell from my face to yours…
These were our private moments.

But as I write these words, our shared existence drifts into another world,
and they begin to see us with eyes opened by the discovery of a new perspective.

Do I still look the same to you?
I wonder if your perfume still holds its sweet fragrance.

©Brindology 2015

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Daily prompt: Discover

47. That night

There was that day, that night, not so long ago,
When you held my hand just a little longer than usual,
And looked into my eyes.
I wonder what went through your mind that night.
You didn’t give me a chance to say goodbye.

Did you know I would never see your face again?
Did you know I would cry out for you to return?
Did you know I would never understand what made you leave?

You looked so happy.

Ten years have passed.
That night doesn’t seem so long ago.
I can almost hear you laughing,
Your voice so clear.

You looked so very happy.
You didn’t even say goodbye.

©Brindology 2016

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37. Silent night

The sky is blacker than the darkest hour.
Nothing is moving outside.
I sit in this deep silence and think of you.
Your face is etched deep into the shadows of my mind.
Every memory of your voice sings softly to me as I sit still,
not moving,
barely breathing.

Should I survive this night?
Should I go to sleep and wake up to a better morning,
even though you are not here beside me anymore?

It rained all day.
The roads are wet.
The cats sit huddled in the corner,
not moving,
barely surviving.

©Brindology 2016

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34. Unworn

You’re gone.
You’re not coming back.
Your shoes lie empty on the doorstep,
Unworn from now on.

The rain fell that night.
I didn’t sleep because I waited up for you.
Nobody told me you had left.

I sat at the table the next morning,
Stirring my coffee till it got cold.
The ground was still wet.
I waited some more.
I waited till I could wait no longer.

My feet pressed into the soft mud, leaving footprints that I hoped you’d fill.

I walked till I could walk no further.
Betrayal is but another word for the absence of life.

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016

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19. Wisps of smoke

At first glance, you appear perfect.
Raindrops of innocence mark your presence.

I take a second look at you and I have to shut my eyes
for more than a second;
I cannot bear to see all that is in front of me.

“Silence,” you whisper,
shattering the silence between us.

My eyes grow accustomed to the darkness within,
I keep them shut.
Nothing can compel me to look upon your countenance once more.

“Forevermore,” you say,
dragging my heart into the dust.

At first glance,
you had appeared perfect.
How did it all change?

I hear footsteps behind me.
And the breath of someone tired.
The moist air engulfs my nostrils,
reminding me that I hurt only myself.
I refuse to look at you
but I know you’re still there.

I hear the words fall off these pages,
I see the clouds move in the sky,
I know we’re not meant to be,
But I don’t need to know why.
The whispers surround me quickly,
The dense scents drift by,
The memories don’t stay by me,
My throat swallows my cry.

The unspoken passages of time wind themselves slowly around my sighs,
The remnants of so long ago tell me to not even try.

I hear the mask fall off your face
and shatter while we die,
I know we’re not meant to be
and I don’t need to now why.
Is this the end as I know it?
When did the beginning even start?
I refuse to look at you,
and my eyes must remain shut.

©Brindology 2014

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