Here are the winners of *PutYourBraveFaceOn's "We Miss You" Contest (III) over at #ForeverArtGroup.
The day of the race. Adventures were about to begin.
At dawn the competitors lined up at the registration office a couple kilometres from where the Balloons were stationed at the starting line. We were to show our permits to the Balloon racing council before we departed. My crew and I had discussed our first plan the night before. As soon as the starting flag had been unfurled, we would take quick flight and fly.
So far all was well. I had left Astra and Filighan to check over the maintenance of the airship. The Dash. Edward was rechecking the map we would use and reassuring himself with the advic
BruiseBlue is the color of sadness
And black is the color of grief.
I guess that's why my heart feels
Like it was beaten for a week.
Bruises fade to red and yellow
With a little smattering of green.
Is it strange how I still feel like
Someone has taken my spleen?
Pretty words of compassion
And pats of sympathy
Do little to heal this wound
That no one else can see.
Never again will I ever hear
Your voice or see your face.
A photograph just doesn't hold
Your cheek and funny grace.
When your life ended
It felt like mine did too.
I'm not so sure it hasn't.
My heart never faded from blue.