#elinawrites

[elinawrites]

Again and Again

She wasn’t always like this. Long ago she was sought after and searched for. She was revered for her wisdom and voice. Now all she does is smile. There are no words that leave her lips, there is no need. She can see what they need before they see it themselves. She watches the woman leave as her world turns and shifts and changes. Watches her forget what just happened and continue on her way. Forgotten. That’s what she is now. Years will pass and that woman will try to remember the day her life changed and have no idea when it happened. She will smile and say she didn’t even notice it changing. But it’s a lie. She remembers the day just not what happened. A moment of clarity or was it cloudiness; did her world clear up or did it become hazy? Has she been living her truth or simply living in the fog? It doesn’t matter, not to her. She will have been there for someone else again and again, and again. Always smiling. But is she happy?

[elinawrites]

Always There

You walk past her every day but you do not see her. No one sees her, not really, not until they have to. She sits and waits and watches. She knows you. Your life is okay, could be better but could be much worse too. And for a while everything is good. Until it isn’t. Then you see her. She’s been waiting, watching. You see her, on that b bench, every day. Then one day when you cannot take it anymore, you sit down next to her and everything shifts. The world, your world, turns on its axis. You turn to look at her but she’s already gone. You stand up and your life is never the same again. She watches you leave, and smiles.