kuwintas

the scent of nag champa doesn't make me sad anymore.
i burn a little bit everyday, and i remember the unflappable.
it strengthens my resolve.
and i smile.

i remember the laughter.
and the love.
the jokes and fun of long ago.
not that long ago.
lifetimes ago.

i remember the ease.
and i wonder when we'll find it again.

until then, i look at the moon.
until then, i continue to put one foot in front of the other.

i marvel how the love doesn't change.

i wear mine, too.