My Grandma lives on the side of a mountain under a canopy of trees,
where the golden yellow sunlight filters down through the limbs and greens.
I can hear the universe whisper its secrets to me as the leaves rustle in the cool breeze.
Dogs and children smile and play in a carefree celebration of a beautiful day.
All of these things I want to share with you.
They’re warm and happy inside my mind and inside my heart.
Money and words and miles have driven us apart without a chance to hit RESTART.
I want you here with me in the cool mountain air, in the trees, in the streams, in the rivers, in my heart and my home.
The past would come with you, though, and with it would come pain.
Learning to forgive each other for words and actions while we built back up the towers of trust would take so long.
It could be possible, I think, but maybe I’m wrong.
The best thing for both of us could just be to say ‘So long.’