Our We

Our We

I don’t remember my dreams much anymore and that’s a bummer

& it’s not that I don’t dream, I do. I know I do because every day I wake up, I catch a very brief moment of … wow … !! … with a wait, a what ?? and a hang on !! don’t leave !! following right, smack behind

and there my nighttime thoughts

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Away. Beyond.  !! poof !! Forgotten.

rats.

But last night ?

Clear as day, we were. Laughing and talking, reminiscing and wondering. Face to face, arm in arm. And if I could capture the cosmically delightful emotion of that moment where everything was the same, nothing had changed. We were together, we were we.

I so miss our WE.

But here I am, tapping on my laptop and there you

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once again.

But thank you !! THANK YOU !! for the feelz, my fluttery, elusive visitor and please, PLEASE, come back to me. Anytime.

For you rejuvenate. You remind. You are here. You are still

& I remember.

ooooh, I remember.

I Love You Too

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