An almost attempt at poetry
I start slowly.
I sip my white wine and feel nothing.
We huddle together, laughing, giggling
like two young girls
we’re almost sisters.
Sometimes I forget.
I get caught up in feeling
light. Weightless. Relaxed and happy.
Sometimes I forget.
I once looked to her for warmth
for comfort
for love and safety.
Something has changed
and I know
I’m not a kid anymore.
2 responses so far
light. weightless. relaxed and happy.
I like that line.
… also dig the e.e. of it.