Becky Spence

Another day. We'll wait for another day. When the sun doesn't hurt, when the tears don't choke, when you are here once more. We'll open the curtains, feel the light. Smile together. Please. An impossible dream. An empty hope. Your laughter gone. I sit alone and fade. #vss365

Stunning.

Trident vibes...

November wraps around me, the air cold, the skies a pallette of dark tones. I walk alone, dream of your laugh, your warmth, a phantasm dissolving into the night. #vss365

It hits. Like sharp salt water. Like the air that whips your face. Stinging after a walk on the heather topped moors. That exhilaration, the butterflies, the skipped heart beat. A hard swallow. As the time comes. The tears fall. We say goodbye, winded. #vss365

Good stairs at @thackraymuseum - Excellent morning out.

I breathe in the rain. Remember the days. When we were elated. Arms stretched out, twirling round and round, letting the drops run down our face. A kaleidescope of emotions. Spinning. #vss365

The colours out my window start to fade. The bright orange of yesterday, falling into grey. Branches bend and snap, as winds wrap around. Leaves scatter, fly, run free. Before gathering together in a pile. Huddling close in the cold. As the dark comes in. #vss365

Rain pours, bouncing up from the road, the path, the gutters gushing. I stand and listen. To the world roar, the skies scream, the white noise far from static. Think of you miles away. In a different town, a different house. Hope you're safe. Warm. Free. #vss365

The corner of my windowsill I gather things the baby has got me. Sometimes I just look at it and smile.

The fence in the garden is broken. I should pull it down, put it up, fix it. But I leave it, slowly watch it fall.

We drink coffee, eat cake, pass the time together. Watch the seasons change, the leaves fall, hold hands, let go, linger. Afraid of commitment. of what it brings. What it means. How it will hurt one day. Like before. #vss365

Orange leaves stand bright against muted grey skies. A figure of hope fuelling the day. Hours pass and they watch me, watching them. I wonder what do they see. Through the window. A glimmer of something. A spark to keep on. #vss365

Saturdays, you'd play the lottery. Bring cake, drink coffee. Talk about the dogs you'd walked. We'd check teletext, see if your numbers came up. I still check every now and then. #vss365

A normal day. Rain falls, people bustle. I walk through the crowds. Weave through a tapestry of umbrellas. Stop as I'm hit by a familiar scent, an unexpected pang. I turn searching for you. #vss365