Looking up there goes a plane
and on it a man
who in the future
She will have hoped to forget
long ago.
In said future she will be okay,
the memories of yesterday now months away.
Many mornings, many nights will have passed,
many suns and moons. Perhaps along the way she'll find her smile.
Perhaps she'll cut her hair, make a new friend, try a new food.
Maybe she'll have some good dreams, and a nightmare.
She might dance a dance, sing a song, write down a few select words.
Or maybe she'll just cry for days.
All the while, slowly trying to forget his face.
Minutes bring hours and they allow the days to come and go.
Time is nothing, and everything.
Trying to increase the wrinkles on her face with forced smiles,
she hides her pain inside.
All the while, slowly trying to forget his words.
A birthday in the near future, and many others to follow.
Friends will visit and in turn have her over.
Travel is what lies ahead.
And where she'll go, nobody knows.
All the while, slowly trying to forget his touch.
One day she'll wake up.
She'll make her breakfast, take her shower and dress her body.
She'll step out into the day,
and it'll welcome her.
The sun will warm her skin all day long,
and the early evening's breeze will send her home to drape a shawl.
The moon's invitation will bring her back out again,
and she'll smile her way through the night,
until she rests her eyes to sleep.
And she will have forgotten him. Even if for just one day.
Someday, she will have forgotten him.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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