Delight.

someone told me some time ago, that when a delightful one leaves she takes the light with her.

i was enchanted by that sentiment – how wonderfully loving and sensitive!

…then after some time had passed, i wondered if delight still hung on that someone’s mind like a be-dewed ray of sunshine, or had that someone gotten used to how life was, way before delight came and, and - perhaps forgotten who delight was, what she is.

have you forgotten about delight, my world-weary citizen?

delight hasn’t forgotten about you.