I had seen him when I, perhaps, was never meant to. He was always there. He was always present in the innocent way people lay about at the circumference of a busy person's life. He came so harmlessly into my life, that I never stopped to realize.
He came when I didn't require anyone to come. He intrigued me at a time when I had not a minute for it. He slipped under my skin in the most instantaneous, agile way. Like a fragrant memory escapes into the folds of your soul.
How silently he crept into my daily days. We talked, we exchanged and then we grew used to each other.
Sometimes I still need him. You know? The way the sun needs the moon? Or the clouds need the rain?
Now I can't turn back and wonder. If I paid closer attention, would things be different now? He has come like the delicate whiff of sweet spring air. I wish he had left the same.
To stop something when it still tastes good.
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5 comments:
Beautifully written. Treasure the good times you had with him. It is not often that one meets a person who touches our soul.
-Reticent
My turn to say Wow!
:-)
Some lines which I really liked:
"He was always present in the innocent way people lay about at the circumference of a busy person's life."
"Like a fragrant memory escapes into the folds of your soul."
"To stop something when it still tastes good."
True experience?
shows great promise keep writing:)
Reticent - Thank you. And it is qutie true that not too many people can move you as deeply. :)
.:A:. - :) I ought to mimic what you say! This not necessarily is a true experience, but most of what we write has a hint of it. Oui?
ubermench - I'm glad you think so and more so that you come by my blog.
Oui! Oui!
:-)
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