And suddenly I look in the mirror and see your face again
I’ve missed you
Time and experience have changed some details but those eyes are the same.
I see you
I’m old enough to be your mother now
I’m sorry we lost touch
But I’m grateful to see you again
We have work do to
And look, the sun is shining
After that grey and miserable morning
And I sit a little deeper into the bones because
More and more those bones and this skin feel like my own.
but hose bones are borrowed,
and to the earth you must them return,
and ‘you’ shall move onward,
forgetting bones and pain and being.
Beautiful. Thank you!