The coast is clear
and the sky is tinted
with orange hues
but I still feel
the remnants of the storm
inside of me.
If pain had a name
it would be my identity
as I get soaked little by little
by the pillow cradling my aches.
The dawn is beautiful
so the waves crashing against the rocks
but then memories come back
and I know not how to console my heart.
He had been with me three years before
kissing the same salty breeze
until he went away,
far, far away
where my arms can't reach.
I pray, that he be fine
Even if not my lips he tastes
may another maiden's love he cherish.
Even if not my anger ruffles his hair
may another maiden's light up his passionate wishes.
If only, the storm had given us the courage to run
but being humane, we got far,
far, far away
from each other.
My days go by as I recall the sweet moments
in solitude I mourn the separation
often forgetting that he isn't there
and proceeding to dial his number
when ego comes crushing in
with the promise to never trace back the path.
Must he be thinking the same?
Wishing for me to call him, sitting with his own ego
like a stubborn kid?
I wonder, as the wine soothes my cranky self
and to a dreamland I leave.
The stars cover me, the moon shines over my head
as I see the door open, he comes in and takes me in his embrace
kissing me with delight as I giggle in joy.
Then, I fall asleep
losing myself in the dream.
I wake up, half thinking it's true
then seeing myself alone
yet, the muddy tracks on the floor
Tell me a miracle came true.
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Word count including the prompt: 300 words
Your regular Maya just got a little too excited to try another poem on the same prompt. Wish me luck with this positive piece 💟😄
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Words And Secrets
ŞiirWords spill out secrets And the more I speak, the more I regret Yet, my lips remain parted until I utter a new word And so it goes on, this story of telling tales!❣