Poetry | Relationships
Moving Shadows
Framed in The Storybook of Us
Living alone in tranquillity
in a cage filled with memory shadows —
rattling my house.
Easy-uneasy haunting ideas and nagging feelings
about times with you, and without you.
I wish these shadows would pass.
I wish, The Story Book of Us, filled with chapters of our lives penned by our happiness, sadness, fights, and in-between feelings…
will disappear —
The Story Book of Us,
a book written by the time we spend together,
filled with laughs, joy, tears, and images of people, crying, arguing —
Images frozen in yellowing time ice capsules, the pages burned by hate flames, deceit, and vengefulness.
The passion and fire in chapter one, evaporated.
It left an abandoned village in a burning desert.
Living alone in peace,
a cage filled with memory shadows stories determined by The Story Book of Us shadows,
lurking in the corners of our house.
All that remains of our fire once burning brightly are:
easy-uneasy haunting ideas and nagging feelings —
and painful turning points.
This poem is inspired by the 27th of November Sparks prompt, “Turning Point.”
