Sometime I wonder where you are.
I wonder what it’s like. I imagine you spending time with other lost loved ones.
Do you miss us like we miss you, or is the journey you are on so amazing that there’s not much room for anything else?
Do you have regrets? I know I do, it’s a part of being human.
Do you wish you could come back?
Do you visit us? Can you ride along on our shoulders or float just above our heads? I sure hope you can.
Time rolls right along down here, progression and stagnation. Do you keep track of it and check in on all of us or do you already know how the stories end?
Sometimes I feel a connection. I’m not sure if it’s your essence visiting, or just my memories, but it doesn’t matter. It makes me feel better.