Rocking Back and Forth

Quiet is the world where all hope is lost. It's tossed about upon the waves, rocking back and forth, strength wavering until it finally veers off course and crashes into the rocks. Shattered, it falls into millions of pieces at the bottom of the ocean where no one dares go to retrieve its broken bones. All hope is lost when that one word tumbles from their mouth, so silent at first until it strikes with an unearthly fury against the sensitive ears of a lost and rattled soul.

I was hoping for a yes. Is that so much to ask? Down on one knee, lying vulnerable to the public eye. The trees were swaying peacefully, rocking back and forth and back and forth. I was swaying too, adrift in a memory, a daze that held my heart ever closer to theirs. Voice quavering with each and every syllable, I let all passion do the talking for me.

The birds swooped down to get a better look and sang a little hymn to set the mood. Passers-by dropped their mundane tasks and took a moment of their precious time to gawk. Their precious time, wasted. Thrown away like broken glass or the scattered shards of my blackened heart.

I was begging for a yes. Is that really so much to ask as they left me to rot, leaves swirling about as the wind picked up and carried my dreams away? Crushed. Sitting silently on the ground as my skin rippled and shook and I clutched tight to my weary mind as I rocked, back and forth and back and forth.

Night falls and darkness obscures the only sunshine I had left in my life. I whisper to the moon that I might just remain here forever, perched on one knee and waiting... Waiting for the clock to mark the time where that one little word no longer burns against my sorry spirit as I sit here, rocking back and forth... and back and forth.