Sometimes, when she dances, it's like....
It's like...grace floating past you on a breeze.
Like you might just catch it if you were quick enough.
Her voice. She sings.
I take the sound she makes.
Take it in.
Wrap myself up in it.
It's peaceful.
It's her.
I know it.
Does she know?
For when she looks again will she know who she is?
Who I am?
No. She won't.
For we are merely two strangers.
Two souls. Not connected.
Just two people.
Trying to find something.
Even though we have everything.
Why keep searching?
This is lovely Neri! It's so evokative and full of feeling. More please! x
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