Does it make me feel wanted

These words he writes

Or is it comfort

My heart is seeking

Remembering pieces of the past

Dredging up feelings

Some of love

Some of pain

Some bring sadness

And others still

Tiny fragments of

Hope encrusted truth

Do I lament

Our history

Or do I rejoice

Acknowledging nothing

But the absolute

Elation his musings bring

Jumbles and muddles

Pictures and puzzles

Heartstrings and nonsense

Living in the past tense

Where are we going

And where is it I’ve been?