I want to savor this feeling,

it’s a thread of hope,

unspooling and unfurling

with each passing day,

each encounter,

each conversation.

A hope that is a thought.

That, perhaps, this time…

this edge on which we stand

is leading us to a jump…

into a bottomless pool of happiness,

love and complete joy,

one that was sought so diligently

but all that was to be found, discovered;

illusions, smoke screens

and paper walls

built on lies, empty promises and disappointments.

This feeling now brings that What If

back to the forefront,

your heart savors this moment;

the moment where all you can go is up

until you can’t any longer.

But you don’t want to think about that “can’t” now…

When all that exists now is that voice,

that laugh, the ability to get lost in the possibilities,

in that dream offered across miles and in words…

possibilities painted so vividly,

splashing spools of colorful ‘What If’s against

that blackened backdrop of a scarred broken but healed heart…

This is the feeling I want to savor.