Oscillating Months (Freeverse by Maddie)

Oscillating months,
the interval between April
and August,
the time between years
showcasing an empty chalk board
calling for letters and love.

A moment where forced puzzle pieces
finally sprung apart
and the tin boxes
lining window sills
adorned themselves
in age- defining dust.

The silver charm
locked itself in a jewelry box
and the vacuum
stole tape and glue.

After rewriting the stories,
replacing the windows,
and shredding the pictures,
I looked to where the sun
was pointing
rather that its blinding core.

I was okay with the flowers
withering from the spotlight
while I watered the weeds.

It was the months
of oscillation,
not in scenery
or circumstance
but in the shifting
of matter
and focal points.

Goodbyes were whispered
across cities
as photo albums lost
their sacred touch,
and colors of the waterfall faded
while the horizon expanded
and mountains
once hidden behind
cumulus threads
unfolded,
releasing a map with dotted lines
and destinations,
a place without footsteps,
waiting to be bounded across.