Prompt: Write a poem or a short story about a random word and what it means to you in your own words.
What happens when you can’t stop
laughing
because they are
laughing.
Spreading, spreading.
That blissful feeling…
when I smile at you,
and you smile back,
waving.
Makes my heart pound
like there’s no tomorrow.
Spreading, spreading.
Sadness.
When you cry
and I join you. I hold you closely…
shushing you from your sobs.
Ignoring my aching heart,
from its somberness.
I can’t hold you back
from your wails of agony
and despair.
Spreading, spreading.
The sorrow I feel…
spreading like spilled water,
drowning my heart
in regrets and guilt.
February is more lonely now…
now that you’re long gone.
The long, anticipated breath
of February
fills me with misery.
And the fact that you’re
not smiling at me now.
Spreading, spreading.
Clutching your letters
that you sent,
I stare at your name.
Engraved into a gravestone.
The grief that shot through
us when you lost.
You lost the game…
the game that you were so
used to beating.
Spreading, pausing…
deep breath,
pausing,
spreading.