Sweltering summer heat envelops me in my hammock.

I look up. There you are as always, bright beautiful and resplendent in my mind’s eye.

But wait… You look happier than usual… There’s a subtle glow around you I haven’t seen before. Well it would be a fool to deny you deserve such liberation. Maybe the new moon on the 4th has drawn a underline over the past? Whatever it is, nothing will ever erase what has gone before… the energy of which will resonate eternally. In fact it is a constant.

But, along with my entourage having dissipated in all directions, I am where I must be. Among the peppered stardust… Basking in your eternal smile. Eyes wide shut. Dreaming of what is and what should never be. 

Home alone…