Overcast

Thoughts of you float forward

sitting in stillness

walking in silence

laying in darkness.

How we were intimately intertwined:

You, present in my life’s major movements.

How I fit comfortably in your family community.

Memories drift by as clouds gather in the sky.

When you brought me back to life.

How I brought laughter to yours.

or at least I thought I had.

Questions hang heavy.

Was it really my many imperfections?

Or your fear of abandonment?

Had we changed that much?

Or was it the intersection of time and distance?

The echo of the closed door is the only reply.

Not sure the weather there.

Overcast here

with floating thoughts of you.