I have no more words. Let the soul speak With the silent articulation of a face.
– Rumi
He is the missing letter from every one of my words.
And, he is the lost words I seek.
Though words never can truly describe his essence, the sound of his voice, his wit, his loves, his promise, his unrealized potential…
He is my possible, my dream.
My alternate reality, my quiet.
My left side, my tolerant heart.
My hope for peace, a better ending.
He’s my awareness, my stay in the moment.
My patience—in this space where I wait.
My mystery, my future.
My sight beyond this lifetime.
My unknown, my tears, my smile.
My “What would life be like if…”
He is my humor, my ability to laugh.
At my cluelessness.
And the absurdity of it all.
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