ApparitionA Poem by Little BirdieTake me away or leave me be.Edge of the day. Sun on its decline, as I sit on a green, cold wall looking at the garden. Strawberries growing merrily, after years of sleep.
I didn't expect her coming, like you don't expect anyone you lost back. Still, she snuck up behind me and caressed my neck with the gentleness
of a thousand fallen angels and I stared back, half-closed eyes suddenly open. To trust them? In the end I do. As she takes my hand
wishing to see wins over the wish to understand. I fight back a little, I'm too tired. Take me away or leave me be.
She says in her most loving tone, specially reserved for ones she adored: "It's not important what has been, you have to keep going forward."
Without my consent and without any further preparation from her side, she left me. With heart-warming memories and
scraped up parches of paper with her signature on it, that I've collected as a child and a basket full of old photographs, she pushed me into a new tomorrow. © 2011 Little BirdieReviews
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