Return to Sender

...some words are left to be unspoken... returned to sender.


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Once in a while I meet someone, of whom I never thought would be.
And they feel the same way... the same way about me.

Only, I had no idea....That this was that one day.
That one day that this was, this one day, a Wednesday.

And, this is a meeting of which was for different reasons than it was.
Ok, now I am just complicating complicated matters, because.

The souls of two, not yet introduced before.
The souls of two, from "two" who had no more in store.

From October to late May, forward, this occurence became
A link that would make all souls no longer the same....

A smile upon her face, as she recalls to extreme;
The connection of such comfort, and care it would seem...

And though it would be that this longing may die...
Her mind was in tune of which this each separate passing did lie.

Paint her a picture of what she did ~once~ fear
And create it to have her hold, have her hold dear.

And "thank you", she said, as she walked with it, close...
With her she walked, and so often would toast...

For it wasn't too long, before she was able to be
Able to be, before only a glance that she'd see...

She danced with an angel, she walked with a God, she blew candles at a time that'd be ever so odd.

In the glimse of the moon, in the dark of the day.
She understood to walk forward, come that what may...

So again, she says "thank you", for all each has shown
Ever so grateful, for all of you, all that she's known.

To have love; to have light... To have care; to have cheer...
She will keep with her all; all she now holds dear.

For inside, is what is, and was never before!
A woman of whom she now, she now will always adore.

So again, it is cherished... The wonderful things...
Said, done, and shown; every gesture each brings.



Lucy Smiles