Today I sat down by the window and cried. I cried for the loss of your life. I cried in your memory. I got caught wishing I had a picture of us together. So I could remember. So I could look at you and see pieces of me. Without that picture it’s just memory. I reached deep into the unfolded memories, dusted them out. The tears washing away the years of neglect. The day reminding me how much I long for your embrace. As the tears drip down my cheek. The whole world seems awash in blue. I look for comfort. I look for you. I know that in these moments when I am lost and alone. To look for you and my future will be told. And as I glanced outside, a que from the wind. My heart fluttered as if you had brought some friends. One thousand angels sat by my door. In the shape of a finch and nothing more. The simple beauty hidden in that old oak tree. The wisdom and knowledge, the comfort, the leaf. The little white flowers in full bloom. And one thousand finches in full view. They fluttered and skipped, danced all around. On this little corner, in this little town. In my little yard, outside this little house. We found each other, the universe found us out. The very best of friends, the kind we can never leave. Because when I don’t talk to you it’s like I forget about me. And when I don’t take those moments to acknowledge you’re there, the universe gets dark and empty with despair. And you show up a million different ways to say, “how are you, did you have a nice day?” The kindest feeling one could ever have is in your presence, is on your path. In your Qi, your aura, your energy, your spirit, your light, however it comes, it always comes right.
