Was it you in the throng of
onlookers-
Your smile wide, eyes as bright
as they are still burned
into the edges of memory?
No not the edges, if I'm honest-
firmly implanted.
The lyrics pulsing into the wide
space between us:
"Doesn't matter what I do now,
Doesn't matter what I say".
You below, at the railing's edge,
obliviously happy.
Me above, socked feet dancing,
my gaze landing abruptly,
frozen on a profile I once knew
so well I could trace it with my fingertips.
Was it you?
Or was it another fragmented
shard of my broken heart
come back from the dead;
A reminder that nothing has
ever felt the same since
the day I left.
"Somewhere in my heart, I'm always dancing with you in the summer rain..."
About the Creator
Sarah Lenn
Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...
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