"Dear, my deer, I found you in the forest, a ghost carrying other ghosts, a shadow of who I wanted you to be. My vision for you was clear, yet you were soft, unclear. My ghosts held hands with your ghosts. Your touch was warm, sweet, questioning.
I tried to lead us out. I was ready to run. You stalled, clung to an old injury. I've left you behind.
Dear, my deer.
I've left you behind to water your ghosts.
Dear, my deer."
iviva, this piece is amazing! wow wow wow! rock on, sistah!
ReplyDeleteSo sweet of you - thanks!
ReplyDeleteThe love I couldn't share with this person materialized in the piece.
Oh, Iviva. I feel this in my bones. Thank you.
ReplyDeletebeautiful
ReplyDeleteThanks to all of you.
ReplyDeleteRachellah, my bones feel what your bones are feeling. xo