To Those I’ve loved,
I often stop to think of my ghosts. Those who have gone. Their essence dwells in the corners of my mind sometimes jumping out to greet me unexpectedly.
I long for these days when I sit on the couch and smell the familiar cologne or hear a humming voice echo in my heart reminding me of old loves, deeps loves, loves that last through decades of memory.
This week I reach to the collective spirits. To all those who filled my life and had a hand in who I am. Today I want you to know you’re here with me.