Crafted Sadness


Sophie Rakita, Writer

The night was dark. Her essence the same. Danielle looked at the moon and remembered her nights filled with laughter and togetherness. Longing eyes struggled to find the vessel that carried her love away. Although she knew it to be temporary, her only pleasure was searching for him with her eyes and her heart. She would imagine a petal-filled bathtub and a half-empty bottle of champagne sparkling in the moonlight. A plastic radio on the jazz station with gentle static filling the room’s empty space. How much longer could she go without his tender love? Fragrant fruits on the counter, reminding her of his sweetness. A warm blanket pulled over her after a hard day. When would he be back? The loneliness covering her heart like a layer of ice. Where is the one person who can save her?