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.

Poetry + Yelena