In response to Daily Prompt: Forlorn
I was never fond of that word.
Never understood what it meant…
why it was so important…
A friend said that it was because –
I had not lost that yet,
That I ought to keep it safe,
That I was blessed.
I kept the email but lost that friend.
Then, I met a boy-
With a blue shirt and folded sleeves,
With ruffled hair and kind eyes,
He let himself in my heart,
Built me a lighthouse and painted the walls,
With the storm in sight,
It all felt quite right.
The storm passed away,
And with that, he left.
Said that I would be fine too.
Soldier that he was,
He prepared me for the storm;
Not for the rescue missions
Not for the silence
Not for the peace.
I miss the storm, the chaos within.
Burning in that fire, his mischievous grin.
Lighthouse is great!
It keeps me safe.
Away from the shore, where life awaits.

Published by Mekhala

Let us try to be in the present and be comfortable with each other as we are without being sorry for the unintended results.

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