To all the world

the sky was just as blue today,

the rose remained perfumed,

the coffee hot and bitter, the danish flaky sweet.

 

People chatted, words made sense.

Planes departed and landed.

Birds called, dogs barked,

children played and the world spun in a circle.

 

But to me

everything was grey —

tasteless and dull,

senseless, really.

 

I went through the same, tired motions —

tried to push this weighty mass

through jellied time —

but nothing mattered.

 

You see, my world stopped

when you got off.

 

 

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NaPoWriMo
Day Five

 

I tried to follow the prompt for today, but I battled.  It is intriguing, so I will labour on and perhaps have something to show for it later in the month.
For now, I write what is on my heart.  

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