And without you, I am fog and broken glass,
just bits of carnage
mixed with love that is wasted and wantonly swept out
with the sand and spiderwebs.
Without you, I am haze and uncertainty and longing
for pieces of a life I never had.
I am blue glass and shards of seashells
you placed in my palm.
I am pictures of smiles and sunshine days,
m80s and dominoes falling.
Without you, I am memory and pain and waiting
for you to turn around and remember.
This was written as part of the Blogging U course. The prompt was fog, the form was elegy, and the device was metaphor. It’s so nice when a prompt asks directly for your own style and content matter, but I did try two versions of this. Perhaps I’ll post the other a different day.