Our WE
I feel I have an angel around me …
whispered the heartbroken voice on the radio,
and in my mind, I replied,
YOU. DO.
Today, being the 25th anniversary of September 11, I offer this repeat
with hope,
with love,
with knowing those angels,
oh, those angels …
♥
I don’t remember 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 brief glimmer of … wow … !! … with a wait, a what ?? and a hang on !! don’t leave !! following right, smack behind
and there, my nighttime thoughts
t
u
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b
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e
Away.
Beyond.
!! poof !!
Forgotten.
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 vibe of that moment, where everything was the same, nothing had changed. We were together, we were we.
I miss our WE.
And here I am, tapping on my laptop and there you
v
a
n
i
s
h
once again.
But thank you !! THANK YOU !! for the feels, 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.
♥