Once, twice, I turned it over.
A coin in my hand,
Smooth and round,
As perfect as a warm hug of
Sunshine, pulling me further from a fountain beating down.
A real world,
Replaced by a fantasy
Filled with vivid stories and
Misty memories.
Drifting away, I stretch towards a
Soft whisper, a promise slipping into reach,
And then…
But then the cold wind bites my bare skin, and
I look up. Here I am,
Alone,
Sitting on a cold stone bench on a cold dark night.
Menacing shadows from all sides, I yearn for that
Ray of sunshine,
A reason to make the numbing emptiness
Worth the pain.
I shiver, and I let it slip away.
A deep, cold fountain swallows, devouring my
Perfect coin, a perfect memory.
Watching it sink further,
A coin with wavy edges,
It blurs and falls further and further away, forever
Lost to me.
© Copyright 2018 Olga K. All rights reserved.
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