november 27, 2023

on my way home to you, the beaver moon sits patient in the sky. I call to make sure you’re both seeing it.

there are days that I remember to fall into your smile. days that I am patient, and I May even shine.

I Can remember many things. feelings I am glad to have almost forgotten, feelings I can barely retrace, like vapor on glass.

flowers may fade.

thunder, even.

So seek what lasts.