Beckoning me to come to him
he sent invisible vibes
the wind could hear
and, of course, Me.
We had been friends, ages
ago, but moments of business
mostly, living mundane lives
for common day survival.
We had lived existence, racing
at will, not pausing to reflect,
we moved on, memories brushed aside,
weather-beaten emotions cast away.
On another note, maybe, ignored
the friend hiding within us
forgotten for long, down but not out -
my hope for a recharged friendship.
What had gone was not going to come back
A loss in time yes, but the sapling just withered.
The tree could still grow.
The bridge could make us meet.
So, I am accepting his vibes, invisible or not.
Flying to meet him despite having fought.
Interested we both are in taking the walk
together.
Worried no longer of animosity in weather.
Prompt from https://www.napowrimo.net/day-five-8/: Using a favourite poem to form your own poem using The alphabet of each line and writing that many verses as in the chosen poem. My poem is Emily Dickinson's Because I Could Not Stop For Death.
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