Conductors

What happened before.

For a long while you thought you could be fine.

For a long while you could be melted into the sun.

You stood in solitude,

until all the conductors started to prevail.

A toddler's smile.

A rusted clock.

A crackle of firewood.

A sprinkle of summer rain.

A strum of guitar.

A whisper of help.

A lost page from an old book. A forgotten ballad from a lullaby.

A torned piece of photograph. A smudged postcard autograph.

Yourgrandfather'swrinklesyourgrandmother'skissyourmother'svoiceyourfather'slaughyourdaughter'seyesyourlover'ssmell.

Run your electricity.

Right through me.

Author's Note

Format is important to me.