Oh...

Oh these hands, these frugal things
They create. They form.
They dig and worm in the dirt looking for shiny pieces of old metal.
Looking for life in things long dead.

Oh these feet, these weary things
The miles they have traveled could circle the earth, and still
So many more lie ahead, waiting to be uncovered,
Discovered and appreciated, much like our hearts.

A quick glance in the rear-view mirror brings joy.
Behind you, stopped at the light, sits an old friend in his old brown car.
First thought: he has aged more than you.
Second thought: we are the same age.
Third thought: How old am I?

Oh these years, these fleeting things
They shorten with age. They bring about a new you, unfamiliar and changed.
But it is a good you, a better you.

Oh these memories, these wonderful things
They fade in and out at times. They bring back joy long-forgotten.
They teach the lessons people can’t. They stand, though at times hazy.
When all else fails, they alone remind you of who you were, who you are,
And what you always dreamed of being.

Oh these hearts, these breakable things
Fragile, and sometimes seemingly broken beyond repair, but still
Capable of so much compassion, love.

Oh these souls, these beautiful things
Adept to dream, believe.
Unwilling to surrender, and willing to live.

Late nights & insomnia = A little extra time for reflection

I think of you more than you think I do. I read the words you wrote on some random scraps of paper and felt my heart beat slowly. Your thoughts make me relax. Your heart is so pure. I breathe deep and consider your thoughts, and wish, if only, if only I could think as you do. If only I could see the world from such a beautiful point of view. I take another sip of wine, and consider change. What more could I become? The words of a newly added profile song wash over me. “Camminiamo ancora insieme. Sopra il male, sopra il bene.” And indeed I realize we walk together, still, above the bad, above the good. Our hearts have become entwined; there is no turning back this time. There is only what will become of us, and I know it is something beautiful. Love transcends all fear. My head begins to feel light, and I know it isn’t because of the wine. My heart has driven me to this place. I consider you first my friend. I consider you second my missing piece. I consider you, above all, my family, for you will likewise possess my unconditional love. I have become weary and still you push me forward with encouraging words, at times random and nonsensical. I strive to fall into the unknown, but jumping off this ledge of false security is difficult. I haven’t yet realized I am wearing a parachute, and if only I would jump, the wind would catch me. So I stand ready, with my toes pointing me towards a vast, empty space. A space filled with a new way of life, a new form of love, a new way of thinking. I have shed this old skin. I will see things clearly for the first time. I will begin new again. And to you…to you with all of my heart…thank you, friend.