The dust settles in my mind

 I am holding you up in my mind.  Are we ever free to be who we want or need to be? I am sure you know this and I wish to whisper this over and over with you in my mind. I am always speaking to you. You may have long since forgotten by I have not. I don't think I will ever forget you. This is important to say somehow even if you don't know it. I am running towards rather than away from all that we want. She is looking up at me with a questioning smile and I like you all over again. I am reminded of all the special moments, lets hold hands and run along the bridge and jump into the water together yet separate. The water surrounds us filling in the spaces in between. I am with you now. Don't let me go.

We are ready to face the day, together yet separate. This is the meaning behind the things we do not see. I am sensing these things out. Emerging through the cracks in the ceiling they come to us like fireflies in the distance. I am distanced sometimes with you. The things that scare us are what make us whole in the end. Is it the end or the beginning this is a familiar thing to us and them. Or is it you and me or perhaps we? We is a thing I like, It means more than the two of us, no one is fading in the background to allow us to exist. We all have seats at the table and we are high enough to see. I can see all that is true even if you want to turn away from this. I am not wishing to blank out moments of our lives. I want to see it all and be there in it all with us. The three of us, hold hands and I know this is how it is meant to be. The whispers in the distance of the waves of the trees and all that surrounds us. We are living near the water and we all are real. In that way that not