A Gentle Glance At The Gruesome
A lover, A writer and an indecent adult. art imitating life. a walk through the life of a young woman in Melbourne, Australia.
Fresh water for the vase
to place the flowers in.
The red roses, you know I love.
Sat on the windowsill faced toward the sun.
I say ‘you really didn’t have to’
You smile and say ‘of course I did’
Placing a kiss on my lips.
They are still there, on my windowsill.
Withering away.
You are not here to replace them.
I watch each day as a leaf or a petal drops.
Until one day, it is just stems, and the memory of your kiss.
just like the moon
you stay with me during the night and by sunrise
you are gone.
Stirring in the night, a tortured soul. Pain, heavy chest, broken cries. Weariest eyes, endurance, only just persevering. You tell me you can’t much longer. ‘Please’ I whisper. I am not ready.
A look. A thousand words within it. A deep breath, cracks my heart and twists my lungs. I plead with the clock- be my friend today. Make this moment last. A look. I know it can’t.
Quivering lip, gentle touches. ‘It is okay’. Lies bring comfort. Let us dream now, dream always. Time is ours here, we are forever. Infinite beings, no disease, no problems.
Then the moment when they take you away. But you are mine, I am yours, you belong somewhere. How will you find me? How will I breathe? How will I be, when I am not ready?
‘I am ready, let me go’.
A piece of my heart will always be yours, and I find a comfort from the pain, in the pleasure of knowing a love as good as ours. Thank you, my darling.
A Gentle Glance At The Gruesome 