Monday, December 14, 2020
For months between commutes; between the darkened skies;
The wild fires and struggling to stay alive.
It was his words that I clang onto. It was waiting for his text.
Any indication that there would be any good reason to smile;
To get through another unbearable day.
Grief all too consuming; pain and everything lost;
It was him that shone like the sun.
The rays of light revealing the beauty that life could still hold
As if any thing could ever replace that
And for months it was enough, just waiting for that text;
For that ray of hope; a reason to smile.