SUNSHINE AURA – self-esteem. self-love. self-actualization. 

Three little words that mean so much more than they sound:

How I wish I could turn my feelings into thoughts

My thoughts into words

Ready to be typed or handwritten or spoken to you.

Oceans away and miles away

That typically feel far but not so exceptional

Now are worlds, even galaxies,

Away in a distant place I can’t reach.

I want to express how much you mean to me.

When someone asks me to tell them my story

It will never begin or end without your names

Because the biggest percentage of memories

I share with you:

A collective bank of childhood and early adulthood.

Someone took my hand and they took yours and yours

And gave each of us an end of thread

And no matter how the string is woven or frayed

I can move any direction and eventually reach you.

I may unravel towards the edge of the world for days

Or descend into darkness alone and in space

Maybe even jump too high and rest atop the trees

Yet I always find my way back to you, and you to me.

But now, a cruel hand has grabbed a pair of scissors

Sharp and glistening silver

And opened them slowly, sliding their thumb and middle fingers

Hovering over our common thread.

The threat of us being cut is imminent.

I guess I always imagined there was time.

There was time yesterday and the day before that

And there would be time tomorrow and fifty tomorrows away from today

Never would never exist because we had tomorrow

But now all we have is twenty-eight yesterdays ago.

I would have held you tighter for a few seconds too long

Squeezed you closer and turned back as I said goodbye

Had I known you would now be so far away.

What I’m really trying to say is:

I Miss You.