What We Were

Restless emptiness
Of all the concave blackness
Between the stars–
I remember, think upon
Dwell for a moment in
All the perfection–imperfections
Of you and me and us,
Counting our flaws,
Irritating grains of sand become
A time worn comfortable effortlessness
In our bruising brutality
Of what we were and were not,
Wanted to be and dreamed,
Taking for granted
A rarity of feathered softness
We barely recognized
Was there–
Until now.
Wait for me
In the place
Where we are washed clean
Of anger for what we
Never were nor could be,
Strived to be, wanted to be.
One day I will join you there,
And we, not storybook characters of dreams,
Breathing in the sweetness of air,
Admit, knowing what we truly were
Mattered—
Sweet and real,
Stars and the concave blackness.
A glorious tribute, and a gorgeous header photo…. ((Hugs)) Annette..
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you
LikeLike