Sunshine after a murky morning,

Dark rings telling tales
Of pain

Screams from behind tired eyes
That once danced with life
And still briefly glinted

When he saw her

He peered into the glass and blinked
The birth of a tear
Gravity carving a salty track to the cheek’s edge

Jon is a frustrated storyteller from the North West of England, currently working in Local Government but with a background in Newspaper Journalism.