…and as he looked in the mirror
all he now saw were dark obsidian pools that
his new friends Jim, Jack, and Elijah had given him.

Once she said, his eyes sparkled a bright blue.
But that was before in a different life, a life
filled with hope and laughter. He couldn’t
remember that time so well now.

Flat, black eyes and sallow skin stared back at him, and as he looked, he barely recognised himself. Is this what loneliness does? Was this the end result of having his heart torn to shreds? He looked around the rooms of his barely dusted house, un-vacuumed for too long and he was disgusted with himself. Nonetheless, he still just sat down and stared at the wall, completely
and so utterly lost. He had truly reached a dead end.

Steps would have to be taken — but not today.
‘Procrastination is the thief of time’, she had once
reminded him. How true. Still he didn’t move.

©JoeW