Standing

Standing,

The breeze,

Blowing,

The sand,

Soft,

Soft like the sheets that covered our bed in the house we shared, only sandier

I remember standing there that night, thinking

Thinking about all the questions, questioning

Questioning all the why’s, why I was so cold, why I…

Standing,

There on that night outside,

Of everything,

Standing,

Standing still whilst the people rushed by, seemingly unnoticed I stood,

It was hot that night, one of the nights in the summer when the air is not so,

Sharp,

Sharp, I felt it,

For an instant,

For that instant, sharp was that which pierced my body,

The sharpness was piercing through my body as I…

Questioning all the why’s, why I was so cold, why I couldn’t move…

I turned over in the bed to see her face, I wasn’t resting well that night,

To see her face was resting enough for my soul,

My soul,

For that instant, in eternal reoccurrence I laid,

I laid, leaden weighted to the piercing sharpness, that pierced my soul when I saw..

When I saw,

I saw the sun creeping over the horizon, crawling through the border between the nether and the morning,

I saw the gulls, gliding over the red glazed ocean

I saw her,

She laid,

There,

Leaden,

Laying, her eyes,

Empty, empty of the beauty and resting gaze that they gave,

Empty, empty

Glazed grey,

She

She is…

She is…

Standing,

Questioning all the why’s, why I was so cold, why I couldn’t rest…