You are gone
like a kite with broken string
carrying by the wind
disappeared
in the unknown distance
I am still here
Looking up the sky blankly
holding the spool tightly
do not know
where I belong
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myself and me (
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M&M, you express that lonely feeling so well in just a few words. The kite metaphor is very well chosen. Holding the spool reminded me of the expression 'left holding the bag'.
One place though you DO belong, is on MPS, we don't want to be holding your spool!
Thank you for finding me a sweet home.
I think we can all identify with that lonely empty feeling of someone who is no longer there.
Thank you for reading and comment.
You express that lonely feeling so well with the metaphor you used in this poignant piece.
Thanks, Fay.
A sad but good write M. Meanwhile - Cooeeee I'm still here. I hang around like a....bad smell?! lol.
Thanks, O. I would like to see you around.
Lovely ... be the spool or be the kite ....stand rooted to the ground safe and figure things out slowly as you wind the string back in or do you cut the string and follow the wind not knowing where you’ll land .... either way you will find yourself.... nice writing M&M
Thanks WL. I will let the string go with the kite and find my own way to go.
A sad, sensuous and simply super write.
Thanks, ME.
A beautiful write so many can relate to m&m.
Thank you AP.
Super emotive write, I do hope the kite is found and the string repaired.
Thank you for your good wishes.
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