It's cold here today,
and my heart misses you.
My mind knows better though.
I feel as though nothing is the same.
But isn't that just trite in it's delivery?
Is that even possible?
Would we even want that?
I haven't been overt or happy for a while.
I'm worried about my family,
I pray out to space, to whoever is there.
For all our souls.
If there's a fix for all of this
It'll march in grand three steps foward,
two steps back esque motions
stepping in
dressaged
hoof'd movements.
I'm happier to make it across the field
than not at all.
I hope your outlook is the same.
