Yet again, and for the first time

Past: yesterday

my feet barely touched the pavement
as I flew across the center
-- east to west, station to home --
with the Moon small and white as chalk
yet brightly luminescent
watching over me

I was not happy thus flying

goodbye
again, again
be safe, my dear sister
hello, hello
again
my traveling companion in life

it took some time to fall asleep
for I kept hearing her voice in my head
-- frustration crept in, it was no conversation,
it was replay at a time when I just wanted to forget,
to forget that I might
never see her again --

a few days
to be spent in doubt and longing
yet again

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Past: mid-March

she sung of satellites and snowflakes and
childhood friends past

eyes closed,
voice often so frail now carrying the words
clearly on the melody

her song
piece of her
finally brought to light; courageously exposed

the young woman
her body works against her mind
locks her up, shuts her up

it was something unique,
something sought after by many including me
I didn't envy, I admired
and thanked The Plan for giving her
the gift of a powerful momentum

so glad to see her get out once in a while
so proud to be included in the few allowed
to witness something true

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incidentally, this is my 100th blog post. celebration.