whilst it poured outside, safe and dry at home all day. watching the cat sleep. all in town friends currently out of town. revisited an old friend. remembering the way she came into my life.

time was when there was yet enough time to watch life with all its currents and see meaning therein.

you had come as a messiah of friendship then when i needed you most. it was a time of heartbreak, when heartaches where all that mattered. and you had laid your soothing hand on my forehead. a vision of grace and womanhood even back then, when i was struggling yet with compartments. the woman versus the idea of the woman imposed by the society. of love and giving and when it is enough. of trusting and doubt. thought and instinct.

somewhere i think i still am. remember the awe i felt when i saw you straddling your womanhood. all instinct and feeling. carrying your heart on your proud shoulders. 

strange thing is i think i never told you what you meant to me then. came away too soon for that.

this is for you r.

with love.

i know that you’re beautiful wherever you are.