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Ross Phillips · #1 15-08-2009, 20:06

I felt shit so I wrote this. Needless to say it made me feel craptastically shitter and it's quite depressing really but here it is. Let me know what you think.

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The grass was heavy with the morning dew. The crisp, cold air, gripped the back of his neck as he walked through the park. He didn’t know where he was going but he knew he couldn’t stay where he was. He stopped for a while. Slowly, he allowed himself to relax. It had been 5 weeks since they had separated but he still dreamt of him. Fear spread around his body as he realised he’d be alone again tonight. “It’s gonna be a long night” he mumbled to himself. He carried on walking. Passing over the canal, he remembered back to that summer. This is where they met. The grass was green and the trees with branches bursting with leaves. He looked around. The grass had turned to mud and the empty trees were shrouded in a thick veil of mist.

He turned away as he choked back a tear. Things were still a little too much. A little too fresh. A little too real. He walked back toward the place he lived. The place they lived. He couldn’t call it home as ‘home is where the heart is’ and his heart certainly wasn’t there. The streets were empty as dusk began to close in. Streetlights flickered as the rain began to fall. He hurried back. He reached for the handle but the door was already open. He’d come home.

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