The thoughts come back,
a familiar song,
a rain,
the rains that remind,
little moments create
a wide expanse of reason to
want
to need,
to imagine life beyond
this our acceptance,
lest a resignation seems driven by
something less than reason,
more designed by a default
of our own comprehension not providing
evidence to suggest
we might ever make this walk again,
yet yes yes yet
we do know
the walk will always
await our path
open our path
guide our path
… there is love