'a Mold That Fits'
that day my smile
sucked you in,
to places where things
crawl because they are too tall to walk
and yet you stood up,
you stood out
not twisted,
like you always belonged
like that space was carved with you in mind
the mold that fits
the one thing that change form
and yet it stays the same
the comfort
the easiness
pure joy
from that day
it still remains a mystery
whose plot it was to make
me smile
who wanted us to meet
it can never be this easy
to like something so quickly
to feel like you've come home
even though you never left
still feeling that day
still feel you standing tall
as if the mold was made for you...
12/05/2011
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2011
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