She's back - looked over my shoulder, said who will keep him vital if not your words? She's back. Tenderly began the hand and you returned my welcome. Long interval of barren sheets, now she types ink whilst I observe, holding breath in the keyboard.
She hesitates, and I catch glimpse of who you were, when food and drink were means, when sleep was only found in wondering. She speaks, firm lines of discontent I understand. Exiled in younger days, she visits now wrinkled composure.
Grey more than matter now, grey in our circumstance.
The colour may return. In time, the brilliance of you may finally obliterate those shadows still enfolding.
YOU ARE READING
BRIEF BITES
RandomPoetic prose? Random musings? Captured moments? Who knows... *Cover as always by my beloved @RebornOreo
