There is a gentle sadness
when you leave
A place where your beauty and presence transcends
Where your soul still whispers
a waft, a memory
a trace
It feels so close
If only I could reach
If only I could touch your grace.
https://themindsjournal.com/if-only/
Could I let myself fall in your arms, so easily, so gently, so dangerously close?
What if I did, what if I reached too far, what if I touched that fire.
Could I ever go back?
I am in reverse.
Some days
I burn for the person I need to be
yearn for the things I am yet to see
and all I can do is nurture the seeds
till one day my real life can begin
my future, my dreams
my Always.
