and there are those who will come in and stay awhile, with halfhearted hopes and lazy smiles. the ones you know better of, the ones you must endure, the ones that will go.
and then there are those who stay but briefly, no harm, no feeling, just time. they pass through you like a ghost, taking what they need, leaving little trace, disappearing into nothing.
and then there are those who are too much to bear for our kind. heart break, soul ache, losing track of the centre line, then this becoming what we expect, every time.
and then there are those that come unannounced – and the settling back into something faraway and familiar ensues, even as reality and rhyme and reason say that it is but a dream.
there are those.
but which are you?
©littlebrownbutterfly