Find me
Thirty-eight
years of chaotic
white noise
static on the radio
a frequency
set different
from the rest
you and I.
a story
to be
told.
You were there
So was I
every time
and time before.
My heart can
only hope
you’ll find me
in every time
thereafter and
again.
Magic in this one, and just the right edge of sadness.
Love it.
The ending lines are especially good.
Lovely. Such a hopeful, optimistic poem.
Thank you all!