is the best yet to come?
when does it feel like we’ve won?
all arrows point to my feet in the sand
a lovely understanding friend
and gentle rests in the sun
and my heart
when does it heal?
can it do so while in pain, still?
the wait feels slow
but i’m not sure it’s time to go
when the moment doesn’t yet feel real
hope lives like mold on old bread
long after you thought it fed
and this love you forgot
is you are not sure yet what
but all you know is it’s not dead
it’s not all dead
it breathes like warm coals
picks up when it hears from a kind soul
there are memories that we’ve had
the good mixed in with the bad
and every day might bring us closer to home
- les’nspired
