He is here again today.
Sitting
watching his daughter
building sandcastles
Crying,
he turns to me,
nods.
I am here again.
Walking into the wind,
my dress too thin,
my arms around my waist.
The heat is restricting
movement.
Holding people indoors,
or here.
All still.
All stirring.
I’m walking faster,
through the absences
words can’t fill.
3 comments:
this is a dreamdrop,
delicious
again, the cinema you create is haunting and evocative.. i see slightly out of focus you stretching your pace
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I love the way you create everything by physical detail, conveying so much emotion without ever mentioning it.
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