May 26th 2015…trying to forget

The simple gift of your voice
to me is like a miracle
It brings me tranquility
& O how I crave the certain kind of tranquility that you bring

Last night I dreamed that I could play
Jimi Hendrix riffs on my dad’s acoustic guitar
I woke up smiling
not thinking of you
but of course you came back into my thoughts
and I wanted to go back to sleep

It occurred to me yesterday
like drinking water when you are thirsty
how much I depend on others for happiness
and I smiled at this realization
playing with it in my head
as I did nothing and took another breath

You don’t need to hear my voice anymore
and it’s alright
maybe it’s better that way