Sometime tomorrow we will dance in the sunlight
fight our way through glistening tear drops
shed in memory of family and home
and we will remember,
reminisce about a time when we traveled together
through decapitated emotions and turbulent grief
to find a gulf of unbidden joy and immeasurable peace
and after every momentous occasion,
emerged stronger, lighter, but left one behind weakened
And when we dance tomorrow,
squandering professed ideals in the pursuit of happiness,
we will leave a companion behind, two another day
until we disintegrate into a family of dispersed dreams and suffocating sorrows
The sunlight dances with us
and we are all but ashes and dust,
blowing steadily through time.
Won’t you dance with me still?
I feel like that too….when my child says ‘nanimimmee’….:(
this is beautiful.