Blue

A Story by Caroline

Just a really short thing, written in a different perspective. Enjoy.

Why do you slip your shoes off? You’re leaving them by the wall, why? You don’t want her to know you were here? Climb over that wall, feel the cold stone against your hand, the rock damp from last nights rain against your palm as you push over the top. You can feel the rain soaked grass under your feet as you land on the side. The rain makes the whole place sparkle in the early morning light, like an all to vivid dream.

Ignore all the crosses lined up in rows; ignore the names faded beyond recognition. Just keep going, weave through them all, take them in sight only, don’t stop to read them, you’re only looking for one.

Let your finger tips run over the tops of them as you pass, feel the weather worn stone against your skin. Abused by rain and wind, forgotten. All those stones, all those lost souls, no one cares for them anymore, no one comes to visit them, and no one knows their names.

No don’t turn there! Just keep going, straight to the back, you want the fresh graves, not the old ones.

You smell that? It’s not death and decay we’re to deep in the ground for you to smell us rotting away. No, it’s the smell of rain and earth, the two mixing so perfectly, it’s the smell of air untainted by the city. Don’t you love it?

Stop, you’re here. You can feel the muddy earth under your feet; I haven’t even grown grass yet, wasn’t it just yesterday that you three a rose on my box? Wasn’t it just last week we were laughing over a coffee? My name is still bold and crisp in the perfectly polished marble. You can run finger along the groves, feel my name etched there, can you accept it? You can still remember the feel of my hair in your fingers, the warmth of my skin against yours, my favorite colour. Wasn’t it blue? Blue like the rain that clings to your bare feet, the hem of your jeans, and the backs of your knees. Blue like your eyes, the way they shone with your laughter. Blue like my lips, where I know lie.

Please… please don’t forget me, I don’t want to be just another faded name.