it's me again.
and i don't think of how much time has passed.
since i took the time to write. to find words.
or even just really say hello
to the self.
here. with words. thoughts.
and share them with friends.
and i can't say how many times i have wanted to write
just to hold on, capture, reminisce on little moments
or simply ponderings
along the way.
there are days i feel as though language has been lost.
and there are days i feel as though a new language is being spoken.
a hopeful language. playful in her way. learning.
at times stumbling. searching for words as well.
and i almost feel as though i'm searching for words right now.
so i'll just leave this with a whisper,
just to say that things are fine.
and even in my silence
thinking of you. and missing you.