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