Gone
Gone, the thought of a lover
A stranger's tune
A memory; elusive, yet still floating past me
Leave this place
In emerald lands where legends dance,
Rest, lover
You screamed while you tried to rest, as he tried to hold back what led
From monkey to man
Early one morning as the sun began to rise,
To the madness of this marble
To the thoughts
Sleep
In the middle of the bed
Johnny and Jenny (Short story)
Johnny and Jenny had been living side by side in the same quiet neighbourhood for around eleven years now. Despite living close to each other, they were complete opposites in every way imaginable. Both in their seventies, they had faced life’s challenges and were now in the later years of their lives, watching the world change around them.