I walked with a quiet uncertainty with a companion who had long ago learned to ignore my absurdity
"Further," I asked once again my voice shaking with anticipation
He only smiled showing no agitation
We suddenly came across a clearing
He stopped and held out his hand
I just stood not understanding the meaning
He smiled once more and twirled me into his arms
He finally spoke "It's not your time"
My eyes grew teary at this line
So many times, I had tried and failed
begged and pleaded to no avail
Sensing my sadness
He responded with no malice
"One day I will come for you for this is your due he spun me around speaking softly but tomorrow you will awaken".
And with a sweet kiss, he left me alone and shaken.
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The little girl who screamed at the stars
PoesíaA collection of poems and memories.
