Poetry

She by Brooke Nolan

She whispered
And they traveled softly
Like the wild winds
Tickling my ears
Dancing with my hair
Swaying me 
Like the tall wild grass
In which we sat

She placed her palm
On mine
And twisted her fingers
Into mine
And she squeezed 
And I felt 
The blood in her veins
The sunshine in her body
The life in her soul

She smiled
So slightly
Just teasing 
The corners
Of her lips
But you can feel
A smile
Before ever seeing it

She was gone
As quickly 
As she came
As violently 
As she loved
As ardently
As she lived
As passionate
As she left my heart

She was gone