Images and words
suddenly appear,
ones I’ve longed to hear
hitting deep
as they envelop me.
Overwhelming, yet deeply satisfying.
Since our last meeting
your spirit arrived
in the oddest of places:
romantic restaurants,
quaint cafes,
art galleries,
long car drives,
concert halls,
walking in a park,
every room of the house,
and late at night in bed.
It was you
always there—
intervening.
And me, not finding the right words
to express the emptiness,
the loss,
the longing,
the wanting.
Reunions are great, they say.
As long as you don’t have to deal with the past.
As long as it doesn’t control your present.
As long as it doesn’t consume you.
Yet, here I am standing steadily in the flames with you once again.
Coffee Shop Sessions 