and the weak sun spying on this horizon
of white silence.
Snow was the bottom line to all this.
You lived in an area where there was
a beach, and water, and noise.
I often dreamed about seeing you there,
us two on the beach like every one else
licking at ice lollies and running into the
waves, hand in hand, smiles and laughter,
beauty and the beast together finally- but
of course
they were just day dreams.
Every day I got up to see the welcome arms
of mist clouded around the feet of pine trees,
no amount of blankets could keep us warm
and Dad would punish us by taking them away.
He said we were bad kids. He never told us why.
Most times we hadn’t any energy to misbehave.
It was often something he’d done and felt guilty
about and we were the only ones that he had.
I tried not to care, tried not to listen to his crap,
but one look at my big sister, with the whole world
on her shoulders got me in a twist and the only
thing I could do to help was cry.
And talk to you. I always looked forwards to
talking to you, it always saved me a little bit
from whatever pain I was in. Without doubt,
you would be there at five o clock in the evening
when I should have been doing homework,
but was internally laying my head in your lap
as you stroked my hair, and loved me.
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That Summer
Teen FictionAbused at home and neglected, Will tells his story of a summer where he was determined to run away with his online sweetheart before meeting a tragic, broken end. Verse-novel.