Savor the Sun The day you died, I savored the sun on my skin, the sting of a wire fence. You stayed blue while I was burning. Word Prompt: savor Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related 9 Comments Deep. LikeLike This one surprised me. It’s only later in the day I understood what I had written. Does that happen to you? LikeLiked by 1 person In fact there are times when I forget and the realisations occur days later! LikeLiked by 1 person This could mean there are parts of ourselves which knows things before they are understood! Or maybe I just need to eat breakfast. LikeLiked by 1 person Hahaha! Ironical perceptions & premonitions! LikeLiked by 1 person Loved it ☺ LikeLiked by 1 person This mirrors how I felt about 2 hours after my mother passed away. As soon as I was done tying up loose ends at the hospital and finally stepped outside, the sun was so bright. I felt this on my way home realizing that was my last trip home from the hospital for good. LikeLiked by 1 person Thank you for sharing this. It was my sister, her blueness, her indifference to the sun, the sun’s indifference to her death, mine, all of us. LikeLiked by 1 person “The sun’s indifference to her death, mine, all of us” Aptly stated. Beautiful. That is exactly how it felt. LikeLiked by 1 person Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.