Today

Today, we're broken. Today, we're growing wild and apart, like red flowers in a bed of brown grass. Swaying with the wind, blushing in the sun- yet never meeting, never greeting. Today, you and me, we're wilted- dry and scabby, bruised, almost bloodied. Like a life that didn't mend, like time that didn't heal.

Today, I'm defeated. Today, yesterdays have no meaning. The past bubbles by, I'm too afraid to burst, to afraid to catch, and hold, and remember. Today, tears don't fall. My heart turns cold, my speech rancid. Today, I turn my back on this world. On my own, I coop up. But today, this doesn't work. Today, I swivel upon brown grass, dance through drudgery, put a flower in my hair. Today, I don't remember us.

Yesterday, you disappeared. Your cold feet shuffled through dead, brown grass and took with it memories, early morning phone calls, the sound of concern in your voice. Yesterday, we were lost. Lost in a world of lonely hearts, and dried love. And, out there we belonged. Yesterday, I dreamed. I dreamed of your hand in mine, moving steadily with time.

But today, I'm weary. Entrenched in despair, and anger, and hopelessness. And, today you're smiling. The grass is green. The red flowers are still wild, still apart. But look there, there's another flower growing so far away from me, so close to you.

Reviews

[SR Urie]

Hi Nici,
Beautiful words and sentiment. Lost love and picking up one's lonliness with the morning sun. Regrouping one's heart after lost love could not be reflected better in a deep and lifeless pool of water. Very good prose, my dear. If I may, this work would read very well as a poem in style, rythym, and in construction. However it is excellent just as it is, as gorgeous as you yourself must be.
BZ