One day

Those days that are part of your past but still bits and pieces of your today just make me smile. The smirk I hold onto and lean into the hope blends a fine black and gray line.

A bit of decadence but a beautiful stain remains. The kindness of those memories. I dance and forth with knowledge of one day we will find the rope holding us together. 

Tug hard and find each other in laughter and warmth. I don't dare dream of it. I hold it as a goal in my life.

I want to be there when you remember me. Ah as a tear falls. Not as anguish or pain but of hope and joy.

I will be envious only of the wind picking on your skin or the rain kissing your lips. I have learned that we cannot break.  We can drift like boats in the harbor but not really sever the knots on the dock.

It has taken me time to realize that. Indeed it will take longer for you to understand.

I am learning patience. I am fine with the adjustments. The space or voids in lines but I know there is the warm breath upon my cheek.

I understand the depth of what has become. I am still swirling and enjoying the humidity.  Feeling the air tighten my strawberry blond curls.

All I can do now is sigh and hope. Look forward to when slate meets emeralds. One day.

One day.