Somedays Ludichka, Somedays...
Somedays I wear you in an opal ring
with gold and with fire devoid of it's sting.
Somedays I tuck you in pockets of wool
reminding me privately I'm but a girl.
Somedays I show everybody your smile
gregarious nature, impeccable style
Somedays I hide in a nocturne and sleep
(Those are the days when I can't help but weep)
Somedays the moment you left is quite clear
you without memory though physically near
Somedays that moment is blurred and erased
leaving me silent, dumb struck, and in haste
Somedays I miss you like half of me's left
I'm stuck with the other half, beauty bereft
and somedays I know that you still are my voice,
the whisper of conscience I chose as my choice.
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