The Soft Girl returned for a few moments, yesterday.
My soul. My essence. My flow.
She found me in the car as I drove home from a busy day of moving from one house to another.
She wasn’t with me when I turned on the ignition.
She wasn’t with me when I turned the corner from one street to the next.
But she found me.
She found me through the music that waved in the air around us.
The Soft Girl.
How she drifted in and out of me.
How I long for her soft touch in all of my days.
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3 replies on “Return Of The Soft Girl”
Yay! That makes me happy 🙂
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Well, by golly. I’m sure glad about that, Jason, because between the two of us…we could probably use a good dose of happy, wouldn’t you say! ha ha ha. 😛
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Yes! Definitely… I don’t feel so sad anymore… I just kind of feel alone. I have lots of people in my life, supporting me and around me, but it’s still very different now.
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