No Time to Cry
She was writhing
at the glare of her own light
and in the blindness
tears tried to douse the fire
she could not control
At daylight
all colours were lost
shapes and lines disappeared
she was already in the tunnel
where was the end?
Shadows followed her everywhere
they plastered their hands on her eyes
fumbling, falling
so with stained tears she
mapped the ground for her way out
Till a hand sat softly on her head
holding back her tears he whispered to her heart:
"it's okay..."
When he put the flames back into her eyes
her heart and her soul
they both could see the end
it was still far, she thought.
Apparently not, he thought.
There was no more time to cry
a step closer was eventually a step further
from each other
so he clasped her hands
and the tears that would threaten to fall
When the end was near he could not
speak anymore (would not speak)
when they walked out of the tunnel
he disappeared.
There was no time to cry.
No more hands to catch those tears
or even hold them back
there were no imprints of his palm
resting on her hair
only the warmth in her memory...
The sun was out for good.
The sun was out for good.
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