I wanted to write a song about the rain, but all I could think of was her last November. On that day, the rain poured down, mimicking our laughter as we sprinted along the cobblestone streets. By nightfall, the heavens had reclaimed their clouds, yet the pavement glistened like glass beneath the radiant glow of the trees that lined our cherished field.
“But she did not answer.” What a line. The finality of death also feels so cold but the unexpected (for me) realization (as you narrated) that two worlds could touch through music and dance… it closed the gap ever so slightly…
“It has been five hundred and seventy-six days since she died, but today, at least, I choose to dance.”
A perfect ending to an emotionally charged but breathtaking article. Thank you for sharing this. I loved it. Be well x
So glad you enjoyed this, Mariella. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
Beautiful.
Thank you, Shannon.
Tiffany, I’m crying again… this is heart achingly beautiful.
Oops, sorry not sorry. Thank you, Imola!
Thank YOU Tiffany! ❤️
“But she did not answer.” What a line. The finality of death also feels so cold but the unexpected (for me) realization (as you narrated) that two worlds could touch through music and dance… it closed the gap ever so slightly…
Thank you, Tohru.
I whisper to the air, “Would you have danced to this?” The truth about loss vibrates, resonates in this line. Well done.
Thank you, Leslie.