What he did
how he did it
took her away
from this life
this existence,
the stories, he told
and how he told them
how those people lived
how those people loved,

She wrapped her arms
around the dream
the one she longed for
the one, he offered her
if only he knew
if only

Being no more
than an interpreter
of words
to wind them around
her ring finger
lacking someone
lacking a love
to encompass
her dreams

She laughed
a hollow laugh,
one that mocked and taunted
one that betrayed her
one that denied her,

She walked
the pathways that he walked
following the footsteps
she sank into the sand
mirroring his steps, his speech
his dreams,

She loved the way
he wrote the words
interpreting his own mind
translating his own dreams

He thought of someone
someone who was close,
close in his thoughts
close enough to touch

close enough
for his words
to reach….

 

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This piece is the work of Notthedane56. You can find a lot more of his poetry, fiction and humor on his main site Everything in and around Denmark and on his new blog My House at the Sea

 

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