Thursday, November 11, 2010

#18

The slightest hint of your presence is here
It's settling over top of myself 
Like dust collecting over untouched
Objects of the past
You're miles away
And yet you're right here
In this very room
I wish it were truly you
If only your silhouette had received
The ability to solidify
The translucent soul
A person
The person
The one who stood as my rock for years
The one who played Harry Potter with me
We shared midnights reading together
Played games under tables
Hid everywhere
We lost the same ones
Played all the games
Yet we know nothing of the other
Yet somehow, you became another one of my sisters
And now, 
Part of my heart resides too far from me

No comments:

Post a Comment