i recently spoke to a girl who i at one time saw naked. in this moment i was shocked by how beautiful she was. i had seen her with clothes on many times, and i did not expect that under these clothes was something so statuesque and perfect. i did not touch her. i do not regret this. but the image that is in my mind is permanent. this i regret. i would be better off not knowing this beauty existed within my grasp.
the things i miss. the people i miss.
she was as a wild bird flying so high above me.
how could i even think to possess?
i dont miss who they are now. i miss who they were. and who they were to me.
the young girl i saw walking. she is gone. i will never touch her. even as i held her at one time she was no longer that girl.
i miss the future i had imagined.
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