🌗 A Miracle

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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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