A face flows with sadness.
I am powerless to the force.
The sadness disappears.
Briefly, I am lifted, held close
Like a rag doll, swung around.
All is as it should be.
Gently, I am placed back down.
I know that it was all a Goodbye.
I do not need or want to know why.
Though but a dream
This vision in equal measures,
haunts and comforts me.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
A face flows with sadness.
I am powerless to the force.
The sadness disappears.
Briefly, I am lifted, held close
Like a rag doll, swung around.
All is as it should be.
Gently, I am placed back down.
I know that it was all a Goodbye.
I do not need or want to know why.
Though but a dream
This vision in equal measures,
haunts and comforts me.