Wishing I had a microwave to heat up my

now cup of cold brew.

Who likes cold brew on a chilly December morn?

More than that,

wishing for you.

If you weren’t here

and I weren’t there,

perhaps we’d have a chance.

Or would our stories be too much-

the hurts and silly quirks,

the painful truth that what is, 

is?

We cannot change the past,

and time and healing wait for no one-

not in this world,

not in this dimension.

I say, this is enough-

I needn’t fear that

someday you will disappear

or I will disappear

or I will ever forget you,

this time,

this place,

this sweet connection.

Begone sorrow,

surrender to what is!

Be here now-

stolen, tender moments to be cherished.

…If only it were that simple.

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