Haunted; absolved

Haunted; absolved

I saw smoke in the air
Drifting from an unlit candle
I felt him there
My soul, my love
My darkest memory
My best kept secret
I saw the wind blow the paper cranes
Round and round on the mobile
In a room where the air was motionless
I felt him there
My nothing, my hate
My happiest memory
My worst kept secret
I felt a pain in my heart
As I wandered in my rainbow dreams
I felt him there
My everything, my life
My guilty pleasure
My sharpest knife
My confidence burned down to the ground
In a smokeless night
He was there
My friend, I must confess
While walking on an uninhabited island
I saw him walking along the sand
Whispering his broken promises
He drew me in like a magnet
But I turned and ran away
Hid beneath the palm fronds
I watched him as he drowned himself
In a sea of air and anxiety
I was thankful I did not follow;
Though my heart ached
I whispered to the parrot beside me,
“I win”
It spread its wings and flew
Until every bird in the jungle
Sung of my victory
And finally,
He was gone.
~ Bluebell Rizzi


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  1. This has a wonderful mixture, of mystery, of images, of sorrow, of the recovery and you have maintained a nice flow throughout. Really pleasant reading, the flow takes one along, drifting with you in thought. 🙂

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