Hello old friend,
It’s been forever since
We sat and talked and stared
Off into the distance of everything.
Do you remember when we met?
Oh my, I have yet to forget…
Though I often do until I’m back again,
On the front porch of life,
Watching the sun come up over always…
And I think,
Why don’t we come here more often?
But you read my mind and answer,
I hadn’t noticed we had ever left.
Everything here becomes less and more.
The cold is cold without being as cold as it is anywhere else.
The wind is stronger without blowing anything away, but instead, through. Into.
Cloudy skies are just for rain-
And then a revealing of sun and sky.
You reach over and touch my arm-
We should stay, you say…