a story

July 2, 2014 at 2:32 am 16 comments

once upon a time,

i knew her.

i knew her very well.

she lived with me.

we laughed and cried.

we played and she stayed

∼ until ∼

after a passing of time, i lost her

∼ but ∼

only to find her again.

days, weeks, months and years – all passed

∼ and ∼

in the blink of an eye

she vanished – without a trace

∼ then ∼

one day, i found her.

walking down the street.

i took her home.

i loved her and cared for her

∼ but ∼

she did not stay long.

i woke up one morning.

she was gone.

through the years,

she comes and goes.

she stays for a short while.

she stays for a long while.

i never know when…

i will see her.

i do wonder,

∼ sometimes ∼

what if

she never comes back?

why do

i find her, if only to lose her?

what if

she is gone for good?

what if





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16 Comments Add your own

  • 1. busymindthinking  |  July 2, 2014 at 2:38 am

    Brilliant and it resonated very deeply with me; but I believe you know me well enough, to know that it would. Warm embrace.

  • 2. hitandrun1964  |  July 2, 2014 at 2:39 am

    So powerful and yet so easy to understand…familiar…recognizable.

  • 3. belsbror  |  July 2, 2014 at 2:40 am

    Difficult questions only one’s self has the answer.

  • 4. Svelte  |  July 2, 2014 at 2:53 am

    Fear not. You’ll soon be back and dare I say, even better. x

  • 6. Jonathan Caswell  |  July 2, 2014 at 2:58 am

    Sounds like the life story of a couple of my cats. Pusscat came home one time wearing her flea collar like a bandolier of bullets! I still had to catch her and bring her back in the house! 🙂

  • 9. MichelleMarie  |  July 2, 2014 at 3:26 am

    I wonder this sometimes myself but I know she will be back because I can see her! She’s still there she’s just resting I think. It takes a lot of energy to be a ballerina in life. You danced along time and now you are resting. I can see you! Just so you know you’re not gone! Hugs and love to you sweet friend! 😀

  • 10. richardankerswrites  |  July 2, 2014 at 7:43 am

    Jen’s right, you’ll be back. And a wonderful write, Kim 🙂

    • 11. words4jp  |  July 2, 2014 at 11:25 am

      Thank you. I never post at night, but I was trying to stay awake in which to pick Jordan up from work – at 11:30 last night. The story just storied it’s way out of my head. I am not much of a storyteller. I read it to Pee – she just fell asleep. I obviously need a better ending – more excitement to peak her interest. She is a tough critic;)

      • 12. richardankerswrites  |  July 2, 2014 at 11:32 am

        Maybe you should end each story with the promise of dog biscuits 😉

      • 13. words4jp  |  July 2, 2014 at 11:33 am

        dang – you are good. this can be arranged….

      • 14. richardankerswrites  |  July 2, 2014 at 11:36 am

        I’ll be watching

  • 15. scottishmomus  |  July 3, 2014 at 10:34 am

    Never forever. It all feels like a cycle to me, loops of learning. Rediscovery with changes made at every turn of the loop. Does she ever feel exactly the same? I like this so much. Food for thought for when we next disappear.x

    • 16. words4jp  |  July 3, 2014 at 12:17 pm

      You are right – I think sometimes life is a big spinning wheel – like the one on the playground. You jump on and take off. It is all fine and dandy at first but then the movement catches up with you – you get dizzy and nauseous. So, you jump off. Recover and do it all again!


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