Jun 14, 2024
I try to see you as you are, but who I hope you will be, my big guy who can speak to me, shimmies in, a mirage in the vast land between you and me.
I try to see you as you are.
My big guy who loves tickles, loves music, loves to be in motion, loves reflections, and shadows, cuddles, stories (“the end!” you call out when you are done with the tale).
So, I repeat your words, and continue to call to you across the lands between us, talk to you through deep ocean caverns, tall canopies, crowded music shows, rain storms, and snow flurries
Ask about your day and choice through the best of days worst of days and in between. No why, no because.
does the mind question why it speaks to the soul?