The edification of your lips saturated my thoughts; a blissful moment took me away for a segment of time. You taught me how to let go and be present at the moment, which I never knew until we met. The power of hope and tenacity revealed the dead skin that needed to be peeled off, and the divine goddess had to be erected.
You saw the beauty within me that I never knew existed. As I sailed away from the pain that punctuated my soul, you allowed me to know that I was not my pain but a warrior.
There’s nothing like you; you taught me how to navigate the ship and valuable lessons on being the captain of my own boat.
Now that you being buried for years, your residue is stitched in my memory like a tattoo.
The smile is the beginning of love because it gives a glimpse of joy, giving, compassion, and freedom.
By the time I realized your importance, you had drifted away like the ocean as I stood silently on the coastline, looking at you sailing away. There were not enough tears, pleading, or shouting that could bring you back.
But I can honestly say that you were the best thing that happened to me in the season that we were to meet. It might have been brief, but the lessons you have taught me are a lifetime.
There is trustworthiness in knowing that you penciled our date on the calendar and kept your promise. You’ve lifted me up like all my ancestors, defended me like a loyal soldier.
I couldn’t muster the mystical feeling that came over me. A sensation as intense as a strawberry mist. The alacrity greeting engulfed the intoxicating charm that left me mesmerized for tomorrow’s breeze.
The sweet nectar that led me to the waterfalls to rinse off the mildew of the decrypted past and renewed the energy that you provided me with your silent presence.
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