& when she needs somthing more,
she walks with slow steps down her worn path,
the puppy leading the way,
the breeze drying her tears.
Her God listening to her whispers.
the wild flowers find their way to her toes
and cling.
the mountains, bold.
waiting to catch her when she falls.
& she sits on the small blanket.
watching her God build moments.
& remembering these same moments,
from the past.
& the sad hits hard.
but she remembers.
there are others,
waiting to live brighter moments
together.
☽
the creek sings it's song,
falling over rocks...
covering the nostalgic moss.
a small ring of rocks
where we chattered.
endlessly.
a forgotten bag of chips.
lonely in the dew of the morning.
the ashes still warm.
we camped here.
we lived here.
creating memories that only we
will remember.
the dew is beading
on the bright red blanket.
hands reach for the early
rays of sun.
this is the high life.
friends that laugh at your jokes.
fires that crackle in time with our hearts.
pyjamas that smell of smoke,
but they kept us warm.
camping with this never ending
vibe of complete content.
☽
& then I imagine if you were here
soaking in these stars,
beside me.
I feel like I am beside myself
I can feel the colours
I am not in my own body
you are here
my mind is spinning
and the words are floating
farther
a
n
d
farther.
away.
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