a seat for me
and a seat for you.
come meet me here,
in our dreamscape.
we will sit for a while
and speak in our ancient familiar language.
we never stopped holding hands
feel it, the imprint of fingers entwined so tightly
like rings you wear everyday,
so familiar you notice when they've slipped off.
we'll sit here for a while
and breath the fragrance of our memories
spinning sunshine on the hillside
twirling in our yellow dresses
smiling as we roll down the curve of each others laughter.
red stained and neatly tucked
hand written cursive and eloquent print
straight up and dark
i see you, i never stopped looking.