She was Moe

What do you remember about her?

 

She smelled like Sandalwood.

It was intoxicating, as was she

Upon a first glance, her auburn hair was fire in my eyes

She set ablaze a part of myself that I had forgotten existed

Her skin was translucent in the light

She looked to be about 19

 

I often wonder what happened to her

I only saw her that one instance

She will forever leave a lasting imprint on my soul

She was sitting in a field with her legs crossed as I approached her

Her eyes turned towards mine about 20 steps away

Pale and beautiful, her eyes saw right through me

 

I asked her what she was doing

She told me about a story she had been writing

And expressed her love of nature

Her passion was strong enough to engulf her aura and my own

Golden white surrounded us

We talked for hours about the universe

 

Day turned into night

Her brightness became clouded

It seemed as though the passion fizzled out

Her words became sparingly

Quiet

And she left as the dew began to fall

 

I never got her name, but did I really need it?

She bared her soul in the purest sense to me

And here I sit, dumbfounded and unable to think of anything but her

Her aroma still lingered on my skin

Her energy still warmed and smothered the air around me

It felt as though she was still sitting right beside me

 

She was Moe, a moe girl to me

A particular kind of beautiful, only known to her

I would dance with Moe if she allowed me

Place my hand in hers,

Run with her through fields until she felt free

Beneath a clear night sky with an intoxicating breeze

Anything to show her

The lasting imprint burned into me

Reviews

[Demii]

wow, great choice of wording and very sincere!