Monday, Today.


While the future is uncertain, while this whole life spins away from any place of self-control.
Consistent this refrain is a passive story, one that has been unfolding from a time not yet known.
A moment when it was not revealed, and it did know how to gather one’s soul.
A love everlasting, a love that grows to be together.
To see once more, to finally see one another.
To find the right words that continue to spill forth.
To forgive one another.
To save the other from the guilt we must feel.

To find a way to make it all ok, to hear from the heart, all the things that are needed to be said. We must find the word necessary to say to resolve the past. Create blue skies that last from dark clouds overcast. To see a new future where we walk together, in the moment that starts today.


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