"Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast

Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep...
'Cause you loved her too much
And you dived too deep

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go"

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You.

I am a sponge.
I soak up, I absorb, and I take in.
I notice, I observe, and I feel.
Others slide in & out of situations,
Immune to the tensions, the dilemmas, and the shocked silences.

I hold on.
I look around and I empathise.
My minds eye can't let go.
In that moment, I become one with the other. ...
I see what they see.
The injustice, the unfairness and the betrayal.
The images and the unsaid, they remain.

Hard to shake off, I find it strange.
The others, they speak without care.
My mind races, I evaluate & then re-evaluate.
How, what, why and when should I speak?
But they, the others, they don’t think.
Hurtful & contemptuous, they don’t stop.
They lie, the malicious rumours they spread.
But closer than my jugular vein, I know You know.

I sigh, I breathe, and I look away.
My tongue, heavy with responsibility, only wants to please.
Not they, not the others, no. Just You.

© Amy Serafina

The daughter you never saw grow

They say time’s a healer, but no, they lie.
The gap you left only gets bigger each day.
The girl you left behind became a woman you'll never know.

You were my shade in the sun, my umbrella in the rain.
You kept me safe; your strong arms guiding my path.
In tears of sadness & joy, your wisdom I'll never have again.

You'll never give me away or see my children grow.
Yet somehow, you live within me every day.
Your absence drives me more than your presence ever could.

I imagine you sitting cross legged with your head buried in a book.
A piping hot cup of tea and a prayer mat by your side.
Every now & then you burst into song!

Maybe you'll look down one day & smile,
knowing I tried my best,
to be the daughter you never saw grow.

© Amy Serafina

Random conversations

Two friends (male and female) on the train discuss how the female friend should dump a guy after one date. After 15minutes of a thorough analysis, they agree to her telling him that “there’s no chemistry, so there will be no biology” (!).

I exist.

It was a small cut. A single blade dug deep into my leg. A sharp scratch. A slight burn as the skin peeled open. Intense pain spiralling through me. Familiar. Comforting. Soothing.

The blood trickled out, bit by bit. A pool of red gathered at my foot. My leg, bloodied & marked, ached. Deep sigh. The relief! Oh, how good it feels!

I exist. I am real. And this, yes THIS tells me so.

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It was a beautiful clear night. A gentle breeze lightly stroked my face and played with my hair. There were no lights for miles, yet my eyes had become accustomed to the dark night. I was leaning against a gate facing a large field with some sheep at a distance. I could hear the chirping of crickets. I was content.

He came up behind me and slowly put his arms around me until his body was enveloping mine. As he put his cheeks against mine and gazed into the distance, I felt complete. Two hearts beating as one.

The touch of his body against mine awakened my nerves and made me come alive. Up ahead, the Milky Way glistened in the dark night sky. It was perfect. My moment of perfection.

He gently turned me to face him and asked me to look up. The moon was creamy and full. He never looked up; instead he gazed intently at the reflection of the moon in my eyes. I was in awe of such a magnificent sight.

‘It’s beautiful.’ I said.

He didn’t move his eyes from my face, fixated by a thing I did not see. I wasn’t even sure that he was listening.

After a lifetime it seemed, he finally said ‘yes, you’re beautiful’.

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A Careless Whisper

A careless whisper is ferocious with its venom,
Thoughtless it might be, but harmless its not.

Quickly uttered – something to say.
Fills the empty gap, the awkward silences.

A careless whisper builds alliances, where trouble used to brew.
Something to do, when there’s nothing else anew.

© Amy Serafina