Stewart's LeapDeparting from the ship, Samuel's Wealth, the gian behemoth of spewing plasma mist that rise like natural steam, through the glossy white mass of sand like dry snow that covers the hills and mountains of Grand Silent Sands, a country known for it's freely flowing "sand" that is carried by the simplest gusts of winds before evaporating down the mountain sides, to step down the plank that connects the ship haphazardly with land seems like suicide, 15 feet of falls expect you if you trip, despite being assured of the plank bolted and tied in place I can't help but tremble, a clenching feeling in my stomach that gives me an aftertaste of today's yesterday leftover bread.Stewart's Leap by Blair-Sheircome
I'm not bothered by much other, the promised fall down the long makeshift bridge the only thing on my mind, such as to ignore the bitter cold on my face, thermal jacket only going so far, the spice of snow covering my face only to quickly melt away, all these things I abandoned, to trudge on knees wobbly and uncertain of t
Though you have left.Though you have left, crossed my door and exited my porchThough you have left. by Blair-Sheircome
You are always here, I speak long enchanting conversations with your toothbrush.
And in the morning, I'm in no rush as I drink coffee with the empty space you left behind.
Every night, when I come home, I'm greeted by a kiss by your memory
When the time for sleep comes, I feel your warmth besides me
And the day thereafter, when my gaze is upon the rafters as I wake bleary eyed-
and get told by the silk stockings you left behind, how much you still love me.
Though you have left, you only took your body.
Your memory, your way of life and very soul, remains
here with me, hugging me on winter nights, swimming with me in the summer,
the memory of your shape by my door, the lingering smell of perfume left on your scarf.
No matter how far from me you might be, I still hear you breathing besides me.