There are days when the world is flat,
truly flat
When she can’t raise her head
As the winds that blow only for her
Catch in her eyes
He brings her his dull, tired conversation
We all can create the cage that binds us
She slumped in the seat
Someone phones and her face lights up
And the girl emerges
But for him this girl has long since left the building
That relationship is long gone. Well put, it is exactly what happens
Paul is at it again…this is so melancholy, sad, but at the same time so beautiful. It touches a place most of us have known, or at least visited!
Indeed Debra
So sad…but beautiful.
Well done!
Very moving.
Cheers Guap