Elly Grey

Shedding of something beautiful.  Nothing lasts forever.  It all ends.  But as it does,  it's breathtaking.

A hush falls upon my night.  A quiet sound so loud. I can hear my heart beating.  Or are they my thoughts saying "Come, let's play!"

The writing was on the wall. It just took me a very long time to read it, comprehend it.... That we were never . We were never meant to be. 

Why cannot memory be erased? Why is the brain so complicated? What goddamn shelf, file, memory bank has you stuck in it?  

When was the Book of Love written?  Who penned their feelings first?  Who presented their thoughts to another and said " Carry me softly. My heart is fragile". 

 We have come full circle.  From the start, now to the end.  From a quietness to a silence again. A newness. Familiarity. An ease. Fitting together. To only become strangers again. 

There's a pause. A quick peek. A sigh.  And again, after a little while.  She repeats this.  Where are you?  Come take me away.  Take me with you.