It’s happening again
I feel it in my bones
In the stillness of the air
The shiver up my spine as the wind curls around the nape of my neck
The zephyr calm but beckoning
The words forming but never spoken
She looks as though she’s a million miles away
But really she’s all present
Next to you
Beside herself
It’s a moment she writes down
Though she doesn’t know why
And just as silently as it comes it goes
Leaving the writer wondering why
Why
21.10.17/11.9.18
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