no darling, i don't dance.

The dreamers and believers.
Hope is made new
as the leaves change to brilliant
reds
golds
purples.

I miss you B.

Why is it that I go to church every week. Religiously. Open minded, waiting for something to be said that makes me feel something again.

When all the while,

all I really needed

was a visit from an old friend.

You brought me back to me.

<3