I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.” — Margaret Atwood.
The Necessary Unnoticed
Yet came she to the same remembrance
‘Because the heart is beautiful it left her impressed’ the wind cast a subtle blow to the fellows questioning
The nessesary unnoticed, came slap her in a moment brief
Like a ghostly substance traveled and made subsconcious remark
In a subtle possible way, but at the same time in a way it was solid and sound: round
The necessary unnoticed, yet remain charmed the mind in flux to unconditional constancy
Present unfolded future folded mystery; should carries on she with the dear in mind, the necessary unnoticed
What bygones, every finite moment that passes, doesn’t necessarily remain bygones. Every visit teaches us lesson. If we keen enough to take a moment’s silent to learn what lies beneath it.