I like looking back,

As the years pass.

Each memory, ...

In the abstract,

I can picture,

What I dream. ...

Our final day.

Their smiles,

Will soon be a memory, ...

It was 12 years ago,

And a day.

One we’ll never forget. ...

I can feel exceptions,

By instinctive perception.

A faithful guide, ...

Distant fields,

Aren’t as far away,

As often believed. ...

I no longer crave,

To express,

That which I feel. ...

Perhaps,

In another life,

Children will be allowed, ...

Despite wishes,

Planning,

Or hopeful dreams, ...

Dark,

Overcast days,

Are nevermore troubling, ...

I’ve discovered,

Lasting love,

Does not need, ...

Water drops,

Refresh the world.

Much like tears, ...

Waking up,

With the sun,

Is a gift. ...

On rare occasions,

Nature reiterates,

Scenes already seen. ...

No two are the same.

They fly,

Cry, ...

Opening up,

To let the world,

Peek within, ...

There are moments,

Passing by,

That eyes cannot see. ...

When life,

Turns confusing,

Or disorganized, ...

To stand out.

Appear different,

From the crowd. ...

And now,

They’re side by side.

Slowly extending, ...