distant

tree in park google wikimediaEarly morning dreams
you silently,
slowly
wave hello

In the park,
of family picnics, atop
dry yellow grass.
‘Twas a version of
you. New and old. Standing,
limbs awakened.

The wave, distant.

Not knowing
what to believe, one
hopes
you see him.
… catch up
on story telling.
… fill in the holes
of
pieces
lost.

A numbed existence,
altered
by loss, has
inundated any emotion.
Tears dilute
all
that
was.

Early morning dreams
you silently,
slowly
wave goodbye.

 

Written by Jennifer Fifield
Image from Google Images

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