Longing

Almost a year has passed. A year. And I feel a longing. A longing to go back. To return the the woman with the outstretched hand wearing the bubble dress who possessed the eyes of an angel and held that promise of peace. Almost a year has passed. a year. And I can close my eyes and see the time leading up to the end. And then the beginning. And still there is this longing. Not that there is a reason for it. Not that life back in this body is bad, or sad, or uncontented. But I have that remembering. of silence and nothingness brighter than when I look into the sun without sunglasses. Almost a year has passed. A year. Nothing has changed, and everything has changed. The world goes on People move People breakup People die People suffer People create People tear down People smile People become People live again. Almost a year has passed. A year. How did this happen. I promised myself I would pay more attention I would savor every moment I would be present and feel EVERYTHING. Almost a year has passed. A year. And life happens. Life sweeps in and blows you around and takes your hand and dances you in circles and laughs and leaves and sachets onto another. Almost a year has passed. A year. And life is sweet And I am cherished And I feel loved And I embrace those around me And I laugh And I love And I smile And I connect And I am happy... And still theres longing.