Dance
Seeing you, being half way across the room, thinking about our friends who weren’t there, and the empty space to move about, the smoke free room, and everything that’s happened since we were together last. While I don’t miss the past, nor do I wish it would return, I am nostalgic, and I remember what we had. Strange to see the end of something, having laid my own hands upon the begining. Here’s to you, all of you. Love and hope and celebration of the roads you have traveled, and will travel. Whatever the future holds: bring it on.
Man in the green shirt by YMC