Old friends, past lives grow
in love and lore with each day.
The sun flashes bright.
personal
Cold feet, low circulation, warp time, claustrophobic chaos and seeking space.
Slippery time war
generates elusive tears.
Release season drift.
Sometimes just knowing a hug is out there can be enough.
Hopeful hugs in thought
Soothe still rumbling aches through days.
Seasons change, bonds hold.
MKat Reclamations 