Her...

The views expressed in this post are not figments of an well-endowed fertile imagination, they aren't even mindless musings as is typical of me...... they just might be true so if "you're" reading this, its for you .....



I feel it, I jest and leave it hanging,
But then, I get that weird choking feeling,
It seems to start with divine happiness,
Coz someone's found a treasure,
But it precedes an empty weirdness.

I can withhold, suppress and bury the pain,
But then it surfaces when I see you again,
Its that sinking feeling of losing something,
For which I have to search in the fragments,
What's left seems useless and false,

The draught of anguish seems chilling,
Because it was preceded by that warmth,
Warmth that can keep you going,
Can keep you glowing on your path of life,
But then the mind takes over and saves me,

What was not to be was not to be,
What is still there , is me………
I'm still there, all the way, whenever I'm needed,
I am not gone yet, I'm only down, not out [;)]
I will follow if not accompany, but I won't leave,

But don't look back, don't look at the road behind,
Don't look out for me, I'll just follow quietly,
I've gotten up after the fall, slightly bruised [:)]
But if you will ever look back later,
I'll be there………right behind, waiting,

Because what once was, was not skin-deep,
It was deeper than you might have thought,
One person's anguish should not spread,
Don't share it because it breeds on sharing,
Keep it to me, and move ahead with a smile!

This is to her..... ;)