Non-relief

Hands reached around.
Fist, tight, rested on a vibrating heart.
Catapulting the strained nerves to earth
as they hung from the clouds.

The steady breath fell through my collar.
They set the whirlpool in a spin.
Now, rising in its vapour, tears.
Like blue coloured balloons
filled with helium,
they pulled up the remembrance

You,
through the day,
this heart had learnt; had lied, of its joy
and now, wrapped in an embrace; intimate,
has loneliness, made its presence known.
Again.

This orange sun, blue sky and white eyes,
sigh into the grey cloud that encompasses.
Tears fail to bring [her] relief.

 

 

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