Every time I write to you it seems as if the circle has gotten smaller and smaller.
Yet the love in my heart is unchanged.
See the present maybe be barreling towards the future at an unfathomable rate.
But it’s taken my heart and my mind quite some time to catch up.
It has become my favorite pass time to linger.
That’s it. To take my time amongst the walls and halls that hold the moving portraits of our memories.
I am no longer satisfied with an unexpected glimpse.
I choose to observe each piece hung in the museum of our lives
To study every smile, and the emotion that shaped each of our faces.
That lined them just enough so that we would always recognize one another.
Distance is normal, time marches on and the chasm grows even deeper.
Fractures and cracks along the walls that once connected us all
Fragmented into the different roads we all headed down.
And while it is true we can never go back, that there is no back to go to
We can always stop, and admire one another from a distance.
Summon the light show and watch how we fire up the skies once more with our dreams for the future we are now sitting in.
Reminisce the times we were forced to leave behind because we were convinced that ahead only lies greater.
And we were right, so we stand up and dust off and march on as time does, moving the present towards a future we are still imagining, still creating.
But every so often, we look back in the distance and see the lights of our past.
The fractures come together once more, and we dance with the ghosts of us that once were,
the ones we swore we’d moved on from and left behind.
But this life is ours, now even more than it was then, so why not indulge the love that was left behind?
Why not open your arms to the ensemble that once existed only to play the sweet music of our dreams?
To watch the movie of our lives one more time, while we can still linger in the echoes of that love.
A Poem a Day 