Moving On

He tells my mother

he’s “moved on”

as if that statement

could erase

the nightmares

he left behind.

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Revel in Rain

Grey skies swallow the sun, and she revels in the foggy abyss. Her bright yellow coat glistens as rain washes the layers of sorrow from her past; she has been baptised: a new life awaits.

She smiles at every drop, greeting it like an old friend. 

Ever since her brother passed away, the sun would not cease shining, insulting her sadness, attempting to force her out of her gloomy reveries by shimmering through the blinds. Now that December had come, the twist of climate finally allowed her some solace. Oddly enough, she felt at peace.

He was never coming home, but the thunder kept her company. The pitter-patter of water on her windows reminded her of their childhood puddle-jumping contests. He always won. 

For the first time in a while, she did not feel alone anymore…

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