Red, green and yellow, it’s all the same to me.
The leaves crunch under his feet
as he follows the petrichor home.
She kisses the ring on her thinning finger,
And sets the table for one.
His skin is bleeding now, punctured by the branches.
He knows if he stops; the pain will never go away.
She is not hungry anymore, she doesn't even feel afraid.
She lies down on the bed; the memories keep her awake.
He wants to rest his aching limbs,
But the forest is thinning now, and the river is left behind.
He soldiers on till the city begins and he feels the sunrise.
She does not want to face today, she wishes she could die.
She curls up into a ball and cries, she wishes she had said goodbye.
Her skin tingles when she hears his voice and she knows it's all a lie.
He rings the bell, he calls her name. She doesn't open the door.
He sits on the sidewalk and watches the autumn leaves.
They dance in circles with the gentle wind and come to rest at his feet.
He starts to feel faint and the day darkens around him.
Something pricks her mind, a sixth sense if you will.
She parts the curtains for the first time in months and sees...
She's running now, barefoot, in her nightgown,
Till she's kneeling, holding him in her arms.
"It's a miracle." the papers read the morning after.
"The fifteen year old, lost seven months ago in the
Northern forests, has finally come home...
Missing since a rebellious hiking trip with friends,
He was presumed dead...when they couldn't find his body."
It's a miracle, his mother knows, because her son is blind.
It's a miracle, he knows, because he survived.
The darkness protected him, he says,
For he can choose what he sees.
In the depths of despair, he burrowed deeper,
Till strength and untapped senses set him free.
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