She sits on the bed, her knees drawn to her chest, a writing pad with a sheets pinned to it lying next to her.
On it are careless doodles and a careful semeblance of the profile of a face. She stares into the distance, her thoughts obviously somewhere else, and shakes ehr head to glance at the sheet again. Emotions roil inside her, as she searches for the words to express her feeling. That tumult that … she has not succeeded in expressing, not ever, not yet. Still, she takes another shot at it, setting her pen on that not-quite-clear sheet and penning the first word.
You
You are entrenched within me
Immovable and irremovable
At least in the here and now
As permanent as flesh can be.
This warm heart-blood
That pulses through my veins
And throbs through my pain
Suffuses my being…
All laced by the drug of you
That thought that holds me
Steady through the day and nights
Vision that I see through time
You are entrenched within me
Immovable and irremovable
At least in the here and now
As permanent as flesh can be.
Her face closes with concentration as her hands move swiftly. What is on them? Perhaps given a mirror she would have known, but I do not. They may not have been perfect words, but they flow now, in a smooth stream, the things she has not said. When done, she draws a line underneath it, lays it down and closes her eyes.
Not even this was enough to say what she felt.
Not even this.
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Note: No, not RL.
