By SoDak
The breeze feels like spring,
bringing memories from thirty years ago,
when we were driving
through the hills
and you showed me
all of those places
that one day we would call
our own.
Thunder and Consolation
intertwined our lives
with the power of song.
“I love the world”
and I think of you,
sitting by the campfire,
laughing at our follies,
basking in the glow of the moon,
above Castle Peak,
when life was uninterrupted.
Today, I am reminded of
“these valleys of the green and the grey,”
as the sun is out
and the clouds look the same
as they did thirty years ago.
Spring always feels lonelier,
when you are miles away,
but these memories
are an embrace,
waiting for your return.
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