If It Makes Sense

 {via}

the warm winds blew in. day in. day out,

in the land of sand and stone.

a place spoken of in whispers bursting with fraught emotion.

the gifts of freedom reimbursed in concise care packaged form,

of kool-aid and unspoken words, read between the lines, heavily lingering between oceans and caverns of the soul.

reminders of homes, yet to be returned to. 

onward. forward. until the end.

always faithful, they said.

until the end. 

 

without knowing,

how the stars will ever shine again.

in all that cold, and all that dark.

and

when the hardness will melt away,

from a space inhabited with emptiness.

and

who will tuck these pages aside,

close the chapters of a book left unfinished.

this is what keeps you up at night.

until you see those stars once more.

with how brightly they'll glow, someday.

this is the beginning.

...

{continued thoughts and prayers with the coffey family in the days, weeks, months, years to come}

xoxo

{Bon Bon}