Hideaway

My place is between the sentences, hidden behind words, squeezed into letters

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

The body keeps the score (no more)



So many memories, so many stories
Of hurt, tears and loss

But then, the unexpected
A human being

Understanding, compassionate,
loving, caring, aware

The body keeps the score
It doesn't remember,
Your touch gets lost in translation

Until ...
Your presence doesn't,
You're still here
Persistent and true

I'll make sure my body keeps this score instead.