Thoughts At A Party (a poem)

I watch her dancing.

My mind projects to a churchyard.
Confetti falling like tears
families gathered
lining the pathway.
A hundred faded tombstones
crickets; flowers; regrets.
A new life growing within
while the old life fades to oblivion.
Fumbled chances no longer a burden.
The latest choice the right one.
Certainty and optimism
painting every shared, special breath.
Two as one.
A gorgeous day.
Sky as blue as sapphire.
Heart as full as Heaven.
All as blessed as angels.
Life and light stretch before us
countless days of counting days
hands held firmly, fruitfully.
Growing together, together.
Perfection.

I pull myself from my revery.
She has gone.

RC 30-5-24