Mortality

He used her spare key to go into her apartment while she was at work. In the fridge he left a fresh punnet of blueberries. Two weeks later he came back and they were mouldy. It was obvious she’d been there, new washing on the airer. She just didn’t want anything that came from him anymore. Suddenly he realised it might truly be over. He knew they were her favourite and he knew she hated wasting things. The mistakes he’d made were too bad to excuse. At greatest need he’d gotten scared, left her flailing and doomed. It was momentary, but it was enough. It cut swathes through everything they’d built, everything he’d pretended to be. Now, it hurt so much. He might never see her again and it felt like he was dying, even though it was the other way around.

He’d heard from a friend she was over the hump, everything was in retreat. So he bought fruit. Later, he thought about maiming himself because he deserved it. Sitting above the ocean, amongst trees and ferns to calm himself, he’d tried calling her. Even though he was sure she wouldn’t answer he didn’t even let it ring out, choked again. It didn’t matter how much he wanted something back. Time, decisions, her. You couldn’t make someone who doesn’t want you, want you again.

That wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that she would always be hurt by it. There was nothing he could do to make her feel better. Feeling the reverberations of causing something so permanent, he froze in place. On a rock, hidden from the view of the path, they found him.

Husky, Dalmatian

I wish I was a weatherman

or an archaeologist.

But this world

does not give us the control

we all want.

 

The beach was littered

with bluebottles.

The oceans bombs

turned to landmines on the sand.

And I treated them as such,

it helps to have something

to concentrate on.

 

Like they had never considered being apart,

two figures of fantasy

loped towards me

shoulder to shoulder;

in a straight line.

Yet somehow, in their innocence

they were spared any explosions.

Tongues lolling,

hanging out,

my

oh

my

they made me smile

and stopped my minds erosions.

 

I know simple is best.

However it takes more

than a simple request

to dissolve the complex.

Our dreams don’t disappear

but we get older

and find it harder to remember.