i shouldn't have leaned so far over the edge-

but i did, tumbling over the stones

and landing in water

that rose up to my knees.

the rope was long gone,

unravelled by the forces of time.

my shouts endlessly bounced

against the walls,

as i attempted

to finally escape.

Roses are red

But never blue

Mourn for the dead

Dripping with dew

“Seek not revenge”

They do not hear

Anger will tinge

How they appear

At times in gold

Sometimes in white

Knowledge is cold

Not always right

“Act not in ire”

They are as blind

Bruiser for hire

Twisted and lined

Drenched in yellow

Silver unseen

Hope a pillow

And thrill serene

“One step ahead”

They cannot tell

Those who had led

Already fell

Blushing magenta

And lavender

With a hint of

Ash and cinder

“I want it now”

They whine and stomp

They don’t know how

Nibble, not chomp

Roses are red

But never blue

What have I said

Crying on cue

Standing up after losing balance.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Drying my tears after drowning in them.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Taking a bite of food after hours of hunger.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Washing my face after looking like a mess.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Smiling for the first time after crying wild.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Slowly pulling you in the back of my brain.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Getting comfortable after all that discomfort.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Doing injustice to your existence.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Sliding you in my state of unconscious.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Celebrating happiness without you.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Sleeping peacefully in day or night.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Remembering you at seldom times.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Simply welling up tears in my eyes.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Starting to become independent of you.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Passing days without thinking about you.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Quietly hoping to meet you in Paradise.

I’m sorry for moving on.

Living my life after your death.

I’m sorry for moving on.

For all the little and big heinousness.

I’m sorry for moving on

But thats how this life goes on.

And I’m so sorry for moving on.

×∞ Adin

11 February 2021

it was almost lost in the sea of people

of crinkled hats and pursed lips and shuffling briefcases

hurrying along a shattered sidewalk

underneath murky windows of glass

pebbles clicked with pointed shoes

clatters against the concrete

a single ray of light surfaces

so easy to miss

yet it changed everything-

a smile.

Darkness stole in

as she slipped away,

her hand in his.

- my entry for the challenge