love speakeasy

All is beautiful again. 

The details of life are extraordinary. The textures, the aromas, the sensations.  The sunsets, the sunrises, the oceans, the winds, the smile between strangers – the details of life. 

Some days I cannot see these things and all becomes bleak… and I become nothing.  Everyone is walking, running toward something, but I am rooted to the spot with nothing to go to.

Then, I think of you… and I know exactly where I need to be.  All the time, looking for answers when they are right there in your eyes … 

You’re not here to touch,

But your memory,

In everywhere,

In every thing,

Beautiful pieces of you.

I know where your hands are going even though they are not coming for mine.  And when the click of your phone sounds, I see you turning to someone who is not me.  I have searched my bed during endless nights and did not know how to find you. 

Still, my Sayang. 

My love, everything can be stolen.

But nothing can steal the details of life, the beauty through our eyes. 

That is why all is beautiful again.