I’m healing
Here
Not nearly knighted sainthood,
I’m just skin, soul and bones.
Who are we, in all truth?
We’re souls bouncing off ribs and brains.
Dreaming you’re back
won’t do the deed.
You’re on a greater plane
and I’m left to remenisce.
I’m doing great.
My mind is the clearest it’s ever been.
But
dreams drag me down
to gentler times
We were unafraid
leaving our screen doors unlatched,
opening our windows to feel the wind
as the chimes do.
Do you remember this, too?
Do you miss this wherever you are?
Only God knows.
Somehow, I’m finding peace in that.




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