Joy can seep gently
Hidden in sunlight streaming through windows
She can be so quiet
you might not hear her
as your morning coffee warms your hands
She's there in the stillness
as you notice spring buds burst from once bare trees
That's when you realise how much you've longed for her
How grey the days were before she knocked on your heart's door
Before you can yell "Too soon!"
It's too late.
She's tah-dah here
bursting through barriers, your lungs gasping for air, filling your soul to its brim full before she leaves
Disappearing like liquid memories through your fingers
just when you try to catch her and keep her forever.
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