Memories

    Sunlight falling through glass, small sticky palm clasped within my own, flowers blooming beneath glass covered sky, walking on a little bridge that soars above that little artificial world of glass and grass…

   Lying upon green grass, wholesome scent of summer, backyard paradise of Eden, to stare at blue sky, sun beams warm upon my cheek, feel the dirt beneath my fingers, just close my eyes and dream, feel the perfect moment, hear the soft silken rustle of the leaves above, as the wind breathes down on me…

Now I race the wind, coasting down my sidewalk highway, going round and round the block, that easy downhill glide, then the laborious uphill struggle, over and over again, stubbornly determined to fly, until I fall crashing down, all hurt misunderstanding…

   Hurting inside, beneath a plastic mask of indifference, as such beautiful roses come raining down upon the gleaming coffin, wherein lies a woman, sleeping in the soft embrace of death, an empty house without a soul, built from ninety two years of living…

   Building higher and higher, a towering pyramid of cards, all straight lines and symmetry, created out of endless patience and delicate care, defying the pull of the Earth, until one careless airy breath blows it all toppling down, a shower of black and red…

A sudden shower bursts out unexpected, soft sharp stings of wet pierce skin, as the world is drenched in rain, and water drops into the eyes, blurring vision…

The memories blur and blend into one hazy mesh of thoughts and feelings, melding into the distant years of the past, until I can only remember fragments, ghosts, of what happened before, like dry withered leaves, crumbling on the ground.

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