When the world fell still,
And quiet, I was there.
I saw the trees frozen, the air silent,
I felt my breath catch on the stillness,
And watched as nothing filled the world.
Watched you slide into darkness.
I think I died.
My chest tight, so tight my breath screamed it's way out.
My knees jarred as they found the tarmac floor.
My forehead to, as I curled to find safety somehow,
Wishing, waiting for words to return, from a very particular mouth
That would never open again.
When my breath returned it meant nothing,
The world still frozen.
Each gasp patterned with chattering teeth, a strangers hands and words.
Bright light, no longer loathed was a welcome sight.
I waited. For the world to start.
Was all I needed to fall and fall.
Not true, my mind shrieked, dream, your dreaming.
'Tell daddy I love him and that I'll be there as soon as I can!'
Too late. Miles and miles too late.
A cold hand, so much bigger than my own.
Face sore from tears, I say, I whisper, I cry,
'Mummy told me to tell you she loves you and that she'll be here soon.'
Miles too late.
The world returns.
Slowly, stretching out over months.
But I see you, here and there.
My robin, my sorrow magpie.