Captured
By Ruth V Jarvis
You were just a voice.
A few lines of text,
well more than just a few.
But, it was a novelty.
*
I drove the winding lanes,
with my get out word.
A call fifteen minutes in.
My risky moment.
*
I wore scent,
a silk scarf,
and left the stupid shoes
behind, for dignities sake.
*
I left the past behind,
as I closed the car door.
Hesitating, thoughts
pressing, yet engaging.
*
The sky had blessed
me with her blue,
pure, and the soft breeze,
encouraging. Encouragable.
*
The bar hummed
as I entered.
There you were.
Pure as blue.
*
Greeting simple.
Eyes honest.
Capturing something...
something I had never
________________let go of before.
*
I caught my breath in your arms,
as the world slowed,
and the light around me reflected
a galaxy of time.
*
And you,
you are
still here.
Pure blue.
_______For I left the past behind.
About the Creator
Ruth V Jarvis
Ruth is a writer of script, poetry, creative non-fiction and fiction.
Her series of short stories Tales from Boldover Street are situated in post world war 2 Britain and uses magic realism to reveal the personal battles of trauma narrative.
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