I seek her out.
She must be found.
She must be returned to me.
I need the one...
The one whose spirit—
lighter than helium—
uplifts all.
The one whose strength—
quiet yet demanding—
protects the chosen.
As elusive as she is,
I'm determined to find the one...
The one whose curiosity—
innocent and thirsty—
leads to new discoveries.
The one whose laughter—
playful or hearty—
is annoyingly infectious.
I ache for the lack of her.
The search continues.
Where is...
the me I used to be?
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
I'm a soon-to-be retired music educator. This is my 40th and final year at the same school. I enjoy writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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