it was only the slightest touch
the softest squeeze of her hand
and it was faint
like a finger of thought
that sweeps along the edge
of your consciousness when
it was only the slightest touch,
but it reminded her of present days
that were swiftly elapsing into the past.
it spoke of days under leafy bowers
and nights under inky skies sprinkled with stars,
of days spent fishing in the deep, dark pools;
of lazy afternoons clasped in his arms.
of thick novels with dry, crumbling pages
that were devoured as they laughed and cried,
of gentle strains of music pouring from the
curtained windows as they danced in the rain.
it spoke of memories, of topics discussed,
of days without him when she drowned in tears
and wished he was with her still.
it bespoke silence, and it's presence
reminded her of loneliness.
it brought back memories of all the epochs
spent talking, reminiscing, and dreaming.
the light touch reminded her of all the hours,
the days, the moments, the laughter, the tears.
and she remembered.
//mikailah lefevre 2013//
(not truly written from my own experiences; just bits and pieces of my nostalgic (and very romantic) heart speaking. ;))
P.S. Still in Ohio, friends, and having a hard time adjusting to the word 'Summer'. How can the passing of time be lumped into the words 'seasons'? All blogging is being done at the library, so not many pictures are getting posted (which is a problem, since my shutter finger hasn't stopped clicking since we arrived); so, now you are all getting swamped with my writings that have not been posted... from a lack of the "right time" or reluctance to share these bits of my heart on the internet. Ah, well. Such is life. ;) Be looking for many, many pictures in the future days! Love y'all.