Never was he farther away physically from her
Every day he felt that emptiness when he woke up
And no matter how many times he got to call her, it was never enough
Reaching his decision, he booked his flight. Money is great, but being there was priceless
Steel girders littered the broken skyline
That the wind howled through
Reaching for her shotgun, Lily watched for the Others
Until she was locked away in her hidey-hole
Couldn’t be too careful ever since the Others had landed
The war for Earth had been devastating to both sides until the Truce
Under that, no new Other could come planetside
Relying on those already here to finish the job without destroying what was left of the planet
Except now no one knew who was winning anymore
Reaching into the sack, he handed his daughter a small potato
And her look of disappointment hurt his heart so much
That was the best he could do, at least she would have something in her tummy tonight
If he could do more, he would
Only if he gave her more now, she would go without later that week
Now to bully his hunger into being quiet until he got her to bed
Eventually the tiredness had to break, right?
No way he could be this tired for this long.
Everything seemed such an effort, even blinking!
Reaching for his sixth Monster, he pounded it back.
Going to be a long shift tonight. Good thing he had a twelve pack.
Yet he wondered if that would be enough.
Can’t get enough of you, ever
Reaching for you as often as I can
And never wanting to let you go
Very appreciative of every moment we get to spend together
Everyone needs to find that something special, l have chocolate
Focusing on what caused him to tremble
Embracing the terror he held in his hand
Allowed him to rise above that base emotion and use it to his advantage
Reaching for the top of the box he opened it and asked, “Will you marry me?”
Many hands make the chore light
And that was his philosophy through life
Reaching out with his hands to help all those he could
Keeping to this up even as he passed, so many came to celebrate him, it made his passing easier.
Whitlling away at his soul to earn sustenance
Only he never felt sustained
Reaching lower and lower depths of despair
Knowing eventually he will fall out the bottom and drop into nothingness
Cupped hands holding all the ideas I had
And I am running to find the places they all need to be planted
Reaching my first destination, I try to plant just one idea
Really screw up and most tumble through my fingers to infertile ground. Devastating!
Yet after a period of mourning I rush on, and something miraculous happens. My hands refill!
Oh if I knew ideas would repopulate I would not have been so careful in the beginning
Now you know. Rush and let your ideas scatter, and wait to see what awesomeness grows!
So many pieces of his soul littered the landscape of his life
Cluttering memories with strong emotions
Reaching down he picked up a shard, careful not to crush it
A bit of a smile flashed across his face
Perhaps it was just the cocoon that he needed to emerge beautiful and ready to fly