Hearts that could see

Within each of us lies the ability to love and be loved. Children possess this love in its purest form. As adults, this love can get clouded. Selfish. Messy. Underneath the surface, we want to love. To connect. And in the brokenness that can sometimes occur, our inner child still reaches…

They reach even when we cannot.

 

I miss her. I miss my friend.

 

Five year old within. Familiar feelings. Coming alive again.

Ancient messages of old. ‘Everyone leaves. There’s something wrong with me.’

The memories. Repeat. Pictures I won’t delete

Being silly and card games

Sharing music and heartache

Adventures on birthday

Hugs that felt safe

Two souls. We embraced

Hearts that once could see.

Hearts that once were free,

ache

And here we are again.  A reality that is not real.

Tears that wait until night…

then overflow into my dreams.

Mourning.

Hold on. Here comes the light.

 

 

# love and be loved friends

 

 

(1) Photo by Gerome Viavant on Unsplash

(2) Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash