"Have you ever had a friend so close you would call them a soulmate?"
I asked with curiosity, eyes unwavering from the scene outside my window pane.
I remember the grass, emerald green.
"I can't say I have sir." A familiar voice answered behind me, forced to wait.
"Would you be referring to a lover?" He guessed but the concept was something he struggled to attain.
The pearly clouds were moving slowly as if moving with my sigh.
"Not quite." I corrected "A closer bond than that, naturally knowing yet so far away."
"It's..." I stopped to find the right words."as if you already knew each other, as if you were meant to meet."
The topaz daffodils around my estate were so joyous as if painted rather than growing.
Nature has always been in such a
state.
A white gloved hand silently held my shoulder to show he was there to stay.
I smiled, grateful for the company and listened to his next words: "Without them you would feel incomplete."
I replied promptly "Precisely." I said, wondering if she was looking at the same angelite sky as me.
Yet I knew deep down that was not the case, we both did, my butler and I.
The silence was peaceful yet pained and tainted,
This day so perfect, a mocking sight,
Each day after too, when my friend so precious had lost her life.
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The power of emotions
PoetryThis is a poetry book: some are positive, some are negative and some unintentionally turn out deep and/or spiritual because that's part of me. I'll try to make as many poems as possible positive though :) I'll add to this whenever I feel like it an...
