Rin, woman of wonder and light
Rin and I on our terrace,
lungs not yet tainted by smoke pondered
lungs not yet tainted by smoke pondered
Were we teens when we worried about how much we had grown?
My, they had so much in store for them. Blessed are they, for they would never know!
The 'L' shaped mark left on the back of Rin's scooter a testament to it all.
And when I open the doors for her, I meet a woman so dignified and strong. Wearing her sister's clothes, but not in the same way she did before. We share a pot of tea, warm in the dining hall.
She shares,
I listen,
we both reflect and get to the core.
Conversations with Rin are easy and never feel like an awful chore. She tells me, I deserve better. I tell her, I know. She tells me that there is someone better. I tell her, I know. She urges me to find myself in him. Ashamed that I couldn't at all.
Well, who else would wake me up from a silly, dreamy slumber? i almost lost myself.
A woman of wonder and light, for what has gotten used to the dark always burns the brightest at night. And all the past loves are narrated with a different shade of pain -
gratitude for what has gone, stubborn refusal to stay the same.
Short bob cut tucked neatly behind the ears,
lips redder,
eyes brighter than I've ever seen.
And fortunate are all the angels, the onlookers! we forget a thing.
In all the years of knowing each other,
first meeting where we do not shed a tear!
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