I love being taken by surprise
As memories arise and come to me
Not clinging to them
I relive the moments
And smile
Like that time
When you hugged my shoulders
While pointing out
The Southern Cross
Wishing for snow in the tropical night
Footprints, reflected Moon,
Cold feet and hot tea
I am wishing for the impossible
Wishing for you and me again
All the while letting go
of wishing
Coming back to what is
Between this breath and the next
How real is hope,
Do promises count,
And do dreams matter
To reality?
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