A soft, familiar friend
Again, met as strangers
She wears a different face, but you remember her.
The recognition of her hand on your chest
The weight of it as heavy as a burden
She whispers to you sweetly
Her voice is a lullaby to your exhausted soul
You are tempted to dance with her
A slow, tedious waltz in disproportionate time
You forget what you need to remember,
That there are things outside her grasp
You could dance forever
But eventually
The music begins to fade
She becomes a vague memory once again
You forget as much of her as you can
And the sadness goes away
But sometimes,
You hear her lulling voice,
You feel the impression of her hand,
You dance with the thoughts that call her,
And you meet again.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
A soft, familiar friend
Again, met as strangers
She wears a different face, but you remember her.
The recognition of her hand on your chest
The weight of it as heavy as a burden
She whispers to you sweetly
Her voice is a lullaby to your exhausted soul
You are tempted to dance with her
A slow, tedious waltz in disproportionate time
You forget what you need to remember,
That there are things outside her grasp
You could dance forever
But eventually
The music begins to fade
She becomes a vague memory once again
You forget as much of her as you can
And the sadness goes away
But sometimes,
You hear her lulling voice,
You feel the impression of her hand,
You dance with the thoughts that call her,
And you meet again.
