=pashmina=

Perhaps I lay in some corner, forgotten
for so long, how long, lonelier than long;
so far away it seems, since I first met you.

Do you still remember me, a gift
from a friend who was touched
by your pure sincerity and warmth.

Perhaps you were as I, delighted
like your friend who was cheered
by your sweet vivacity and joy.

Did you then pause, curious
about the script so painstaking etched
upon me, whose secrets would not so easily reveal.

Perhaps now as you gaze unbidden
at these unfamiliar spirals swirling
memories coalesce of some broken past

Yet to be found, where meaning loses itself
amidst dark warmth and friendship mends
with time into wordless understanding.

Perhaps a wayward tear may fall, darkening
stain upon these fading curves, or a smile
may light your face, fleeting trace of beauty.

Yet it is enough that I may see the light
once more enfold you in my warm embrace
as you lift me away from this lonely place.

Perhaps now I lay across you, forgotten
for your world lies ahead, a path so long;
while my soul rests ever, in peace so far away.