Beginning today, starting with the missing you,

I've felt that in distancing myself I've released

myself into a triangle of peace.

me, myself, and I have been talking daily.

Contemplating my view from the window and

the one that you look out of. Slowly making

my way back, back tracking into the past

and into somewhat of a new future.

Realizing the mirror isn't something to fear,

but something to look forward to. Showing

the world how beautiful we can be.

If only I would let us. just be.

when it comes to emotions, sticky situations, or altogether

difficult positions, I'd rather get down and dirty with

you. Coincidentally, you are the root cause of these

faulty wires running into my telephone.

as the words become meaning from me to you,

I think your pleasure comes from my voice.

its calming, I assume, to focus your days on

unnecessary, incompetent, unimportant pieces

or tasks to complete. none-the-less, it passes your time,

stimulates your senses, and plays ping-pong daily

with your routine. keep playing your cards right, darling,

and you shall be seeing me soon.

this task, this decision to oneself, to grow in remote,

deserted, sometimes even well-populated situations is

worth discovering and unraveling. when your

bare feet are tired and that same strand of

hair she keeps twirling around her finger gets

over-rated, look around. find the details

in the fabric, search for the stitches that make up

the seam. your place in the sun may not be lead by

signs of any sort but planting roots , although

courageous, are not necessary. keep growing.