Written for Mystii's FreeVerse competition. prompt: loose .:. Alice/Frank (as seen by their son)
.:.
take your s w e e t time
reach their room and pause
(breathe)
.:.
she's watching you
he's asleep
his hand curled
in hers
.:.
(sigh)
w i s h for something else
anything else
.:.
her eyes f o l l o w you
(making yourself busy)
proud to be theirs
scared to be theirs
.
because she's see-through
and he's paper-thin
and they've both u n r a v e l e d
at the seams
.:.
you wish for more
but when she hands you
(yet another)
sweet wrapper
you pocket it
to add it
to your g r o w i n g collection
.
because you know she loves you
and he's proud of you
their hollow eyes only
sparkle
when they see you
.:.
so you take those
l o o s e ends
and you tie a little bow
.:.
pick up the frayed pieces
of your heart
of their hearts
tuck them back
where they belong
.:.
push on
carry on
breathe
.:.
watch them
as he stirs
clutching her hand tightly
remembering
(if only for a second)
.
his soul
r e a c h e s for
her soul
this is real love
.:.
so you
pick up the frayed pieces
untangle the l o o s e strings
and tie a little bow
