She smiled, how warm they felt
Touching him sent shivers down her spine
His arms around her, the world melted away
Long drives, quiet walks, music, laughter
If only she could pretend now...
She watched him pack, pick up his shirt, put the guitar in the case
He looked at her just once... was there hurt in his eyes?
Her own tears blurred her vision.. she would never know
The veils of society, the one root of all their issues
Insecurities only she could shake... Connection only he could mend
If only he would give himself completely she would be the ideal he sought
A month is what he asked for....
Maybe he would be hers once again
The door ajar, his footsteps down the stairs
An old song played on the neighbor's gramophone
She could hold back no more..bent over, she sobbed softly
1 comment:
hi, a passer by I am, perhaps the red and gold strains of thy note did bring me here, do scribble myself a lot, like the way you have formed this blog.
For this post of yours, like the imagery you have painted here and esp the canvas of her insecurities twined with his absent connection and the next line that follows is beautiful.... thank you for your wonderful post....
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