annami
Her dreams were unraveling,
undoing,
the girl desperately clasped them,
and tried,
to weave them
back together again.
I could feel myself lifting, lifting into space, into power, into happiness.
I loved it, the whooshing in my ears, the wind brushing against my skin.
At that time, I was so happy, so carefree.
I just didn't know then, what severe consequences came after this.
I stood there, grief washing over me.
But my loss was his gain.
He gloated, taking no notice of my pained expression.
The words made a ringing noise in my head.
It didn't matter if I could hear him or not, unless it could bring her back.
But they couldn't.
But if it had truly mattered to him, would he have taken her away from this world, out of my grasp?
As I have said,
My loss was his gain.
I remember Dad, soft words escaping his lips.
"Every cloud has a silver lining."
But no, not this one.
Not ever.
The emptiness filled my soul.
There I lay, wallowing in anguish, hoping for something, someone, to comfort me.
But no one there.
I looked for someone, someone to tell me everything was going to be alright.
But there wasn't.
Even if there were, they would be lying.
After all, nothing was going to be alright.
Ever again...