“It was perfect.
Because I was with you.
And you were with me.”
I watched your silhouette through a backdrop of flickering flame. Through the crackling, popping, and undulating of shadows, I couldn’t help but be caught by it. Like I was spellbound, captivated and not a care in the world could stop me from reveling in that moment. It was perfect. Because I was with you. And you were with me. Despite that darkened silence, I knew I was home.
© Sarah Doughty
And that could never change.
You don’t have to see that you are home. You can simply FEEL. Loved that line.
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I love the last line. We use the word home to describe wherever we are staying and each other. So beautifully written as always. Love 💕 Joni
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Oh yes. Hiraeth has a strong meaning for me, as I’m sure it would for you.
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I love the imagery in this one. I can see him standing next to a fireplace. There are no other lights in the room. She’s sitting/lying on the couch just watching him and admiring him.
“It was perfect. Because I was with you. And you were with me.” I love the pure and simple contentment in this line. Just so lovely!
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Thank you. That was exactly what I saw while writing this piece. It was fun to tap more into the storytelling side of it rather than the situational prose.
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You’re very welcome! 😀
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I felt that in my soul.
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Thank you for the kind words.
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