Give me a day in the future
when my heart is mended with that glue made of time.
Give me a morning in the tomorrows of this lifetime
when my sunshine still smells like him.
Take me to places I’ve wanted to go
with no shadows of where she has already been.
Bring me full-circle through this Phoenix,
Embrace me, Peace, until I give in.
She missed his stride, hand in hers.
#for Reticent Mental Property. Images courtesy of the web.