Always the first signs
Spring, summer, fall and winter
Throughout the course
Hoot of an owl
That one tree that sways
Without even the hint of a breeze
At night as I drive along city or country roads, the street lamp goes out and I say hello back to you. In my mind, clearly, there is no other reason for one single lamp to quickly dim other than for you to let me know that you’re watching over me.
How many people silently miss the ones that they’ve lost? It’s isolating. Not something we talk about or share with others. We like happy, not sad.
I wonder, will we be reunited with our lost loves? I like to think it will be one magnificent reunion. The thought soothes and makes me smile.
In Memory: Julie, Lloyd, Alice, Steve, Gladys, Dad, Alan, Doug, Shirley, Normy, Richard, Dude, Lisa, Mama, Pat A., Libbey, Duane