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.