Waking up alone…


Much like the sound of early-rising finches without

the distant buffet of street noise

The smell of morning dew without

the sweetness of a freshly-cut lawn

The rise and fall of a chest without

saying anything at all


And yet…


The melancholic pang of heartstrings plucked without



3 thoughts on “Accompaniment

Add yours

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a website or blog at

Up ↑

Michelle builds starships.

Sharing my story through a science fiction blog.

Paola Trimarco

Writer and Linguist

"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"

Jo Writes Fantasy

Born in Poland | Living in Texas Now | Hype

Way Too Fantasy

Speculative fiction book reviews and more!

%d bloggers like this: