a week passed.
we spent nearly every waking moment together
trying to make the most of what we still had
but both of us couldn’t hide
the pain
in knowing that soon
we’d be apart
for who knows how long.
i found myself pushing past my limit
when i ran
forcing myself to keep going until my lungs
might collapse
and my feet might crumble.
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i ran through the rain
through the snow
not caring if i grew sick.
i needed the escape
just me and my surroundings
my body a machine
pulling me forward
pushing me further.
on occasion i saw children playing out in the snow
reminding me of younger days
begging my mother to do the same.
but we never played.
not with mother.
at some point i began to question
why i missed my mother.
she’d never provided comfort or love when i was down
because she was always more depressed than papa and i.
but as i thought about it
she showed her love in practical ways.
she kept me out of the cold for my health.
she made sure i bathed, brushed my teeth and my hair
every night.
it was her way of caring.
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Through Viridian Seas
Short Story❝ the world has taken away who i really am. who i want to be. ❞ in which loneliness is washed away by a sea of blue-green beauty. ❄girlxgirl❄a cellphone novel❄complete❄ #152 in short story | 28/7/17 © 2017 salmonskinroll written 21/5 to 27/7/17
