Nightfall’s Lament

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As the day wears out

And night does shroud the sky

She sits in her father’s chair

And softly starts to cry

Remembering the life he led

The excitement and the dangers

His service to his country and his city

His kindness to many strangers

He was really well respected

And was liked in many towns

But the darkness makes her maudlin

And the emptiness brings her down

Left behind with only memories

Echoes of laughter from the past

She hopes for some relief

But it never seems to last

Just a longing of a special time

Before both her parents were gone

Now she suffers alone each night

And the pain just lingers on


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – maudlin

Alone

She heard the word

Alone

And she was instantly on guard

Why should she care

If she had someone to call her own

Or if she lived alone

Was it really so bad

To spend time with herself

But she had lived

A lot of years with someone

Her parents, husband and daughter

And the quiet was suffocating her now

Left in that silent void

She had never felt so alone and scared

But she was trying

There were less tears now

And more acceptance

If she could just get past

The feeling she would forever be alone

Maybe she could find a friend in herself


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – instant

Life of the Party

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You sit there next to her

And a pang of jealousy hits

I had hoped to talk to you tonight

We used to talk a lot

Now she monopolizes all your time

And I am left feeling alone

Without a friend who used to help

Lost without your guidance

You had a knowledge beyond your years

And could calm my fears with a few words

I guess you didn’t really care

As much as you said you did

But I still miss you to this day

And will forever more

As you have made it clear

Our friendship was just

A brief moment in time

And that time has now passed


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – monopolize

Not a Happy Ending


(possible trigger warning)

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She was surrounded with the finest

Modern art on the walls

Contemporary furniture filled her rooms

All the best money could buy

Her clothes were designer labels

Her shoes custom made

But with all the best in her world

There was one thing she didn’t have

Him

And no matter what she did

She could not turn his head

She would sit in her townhouse

Wondering what was wrong with her

Until the day she no longer cared

Felt she was destined to be lonely

And her devastation fueled her demons

Who helped her swallow all the pills

Alone

He almost lost his breath when he heard

He took a step or two back

How could this have happened

This couldn’t be the truth

The shock just wouldn’t leave him

He felt so much sadness

If only he had taken that chance

And reached out to gently touch

Her


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Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – contemporary

Reaching the Summit

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In a relationship

Many things should become

Easier with someone there

But we’ve come to

An uphill slope

That is steeper than it seems

And maybe never ending

But I try to keep going

One foot in front of the other

And climbing over debris

Sometimes you’re with me

And other times I am alone

I guess I will wait and see

If you have stuck with me

Until the summit or if

You have given up back down the road


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – slope

On Guard

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She was walking back to her car after work.  The street ahead of her was deserted but she was still on edge.  She turned around and saw an empty street behind her, but she just couldn’t shake the uncanny feeling she was being followed.

When she got to her car, she immediately locked her doors once inside.  As she went to start the car, she saw her hands were shaking.  Why was she so uneasy?  Putting the car into gear she was about to back up when a knock on the passenger window about sent her to the ER with a heart attack.

She looked at the window only to see her coworker standing there waiting.  She rolled the window down and asked, “What’s up Seth?”

“My car won’t start.  Any chance you could give me a ride home?”

She thought this was what she had been sensing, Seth watching her as he sat in his car.  Suddenly at ease, she unlocked the doors and let Seth in.  “Sure, I can.  You are on the North side of town, right?”

Seth answered her and it proved to be the last words she heard as a stranger walked up to the car and fired two shots into the car killing both her and Seth.  She should have kept her guard up.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – uncanny

Talk To Me

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It is not solitary confinement

It might as well be

You sit across the room

Lost in the TV and your phone

I am already house bound

Due to the pandemic at hand

But loneliness is the worst

When there is someone else with you

It is not all isolation though

There are good days too

Where the phone is on the table

And I turn on the radio

I just wish there was a way

To reach you every day


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – solitary

After The Blast

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Day 27

I think this is the middle of April at least that is how I remember things today.  I am still in the basement and hear absolutely nothing through the door and windows.  I am not sure if everyone is still inside to avoid the radioactive fallout or there was only a handful of us who made it.  Now that it has been almost a month’s time I am sure my husband and daughter are gone.  That was all the family I had left, now I am certain they didn’t make it past the initial blast.  I have not yet mourned, there is too much else to worry about now to take that luxury.  I have counted and recounted the food down here and it will be hard, but I can make it at least another month before I need to worry about hunting down more food.  Maybe I will be rescued by then?  Maybe the enemy will capture me before I have to worry.  But then I don’t even no for sure who the enemy was… the airwaves have all been silent.  What if I am all alone forever?  I don’t want to think about it.  I think maybe by day 45 I can venture upstairs and see a little more of the world.  I would practically kill to listen to some music, it is so quiet.

It is time to scan the windows for signs of life.  I have to do that now as I can see the light fading already.  I have to hold out hope there is someone good still left out there.  Until tomorrow…


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – fallout

Shadows Speak Louder

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Whoa, this is a big one.  I have a lot of fears but to narrow it down to my “greatest fear” I would have to say being alone.  Maybe left alone too early when I was younger, with a mile-long list of things not to do, I began to fear it then.  Now It has become a fear of not having anyone to care for me, who will mourn me, or miss me in the slightest.  Since my diagnosis of fibromyalgia, depression and anxiety I have lost 3 people who I thought were good friends of mine.  A fourth has had very little time for me.  And a fifth just communicates when they need something.

Not all of them could be bad people, so it has to be me, right?  I have one beautiful daughter and a VERY BIG case of empty nest syndrome, so she is about all the family I have, and I wonder of my value in her life anymore.

A funeral no one would come to except maybe to laugh at my urn.  Might as well sweep me up with the kitty litter… see what being alone does to me.  Honestly, I know it is none of my business why people do or do not like me, it is not my business what is in their heads.  I do still have four friends I can count on so I am not alone.  It is just hard to not feel that way when I sit alone in a room with only my laptop writing when I can’t sleep.  Some nights the shadows speak louder than I do.


Written for Fandango’s Dog Days Of August (FDDA) #11 – your greatest fear