unfinished

The final few rays of a dwindling winter sun
The crest of a wave before it rushes up to meet the sand
The embers of a dying bonfire
And an outstretched hand.

A tree clinging onto the last few leaves of autumn
Breath catching in your throat
A question mark lingering in the conversation
Lying back in the Mediterranean sea, drifting and afloat.

The pips of voicemail as a phone call goes ignored
The red wine stains on the rim of your glass
Three dots, typing
A reply that isn’t coming back.

Turned down pages of a book of old poetry
The first few drops of rain before a storm
The hovering second hand of a clock as it just passes midnight
A half drunk cup of coffee, gone luke-warm.

An imperfect cadence
And a chance not taken
The imperceptible sound
Of another heart breaking.

2 thoughts on “unfinished

  1. Storms – This is a brilliant piece of writing.

    It captures the moods perfectly.

    It tells of the sadness without being a victim.

    Most of all, it also reads like a hit country song – The last four lines could be a chorus.

    Storms you are a wordsmith par excellence.

    Find the right melody and you will be on your way.

    Liked by 1 person

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