Something gentle, something gone - A poem
Something gentle, something gone in the city of my heart; a grand museum of memories fond And the main exhibit of you: something gentle, but something gone. Like holding water in a net Like hugging a shadow Like stargazing before the sunset Like running towards the warm light I once saw and knew and felt at the end of a never-ending tunnel I can no longer feel that light But I know it’s still there, comforting me, not choosing flight So I’ll leave this tunnel And find a new kind of bright I’ll never forget that old light That made me shine like rubies and diamonds And plates ready for dine So I’ll keep your exhibit While I make space for those anew Because you are something gentle. And you are something gone. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Made in memory of my wonderful friend whom I won't see next year—you know who you are.
