14 years ago, I traded a high school diploma in exchange for higher learning and countless roommates; Can't say I enjoyed every moment courting the rising phoenix from the ashes. I was merely dangling from a string. Swaying from right to left caught in pendulum's swing. Accumulating a wealth of lessons learned, paid for with currency we spend but will never earn.
Once separated by a thousand and nineteen miles of paved highways and old photographs, now, I'm only seconds aways from family. Times are better, no more long distance telephone tag, your-turn-to-ring-me back.
Distance is the measure of dying stars...
I digress...thoughts shift. I can't prevent myself from reminiscing, stirring a cold pot pouring salt over an open wound. Vividly recalling that unforeseen moment I lost my daughter - 4 months old; I never heard the words daddy.
Dressed in black, my family and friends. Many with teary eyes gazing up towards our father searching for comforting words. I could only hear the sounds of rain drops, collectively knocking on the stain glass windows signaling darkness wants in.
The sun was invited but struggled to navigate, forcefully contained by the rain. But when I needed it most she called my name.
Only my heart could hear when she whispered - I love you. I was swoon in her cocoon. Touched by her spirit and left physically shaken, my unspoken, uncontrolled emotions took advantage of her presence. I tried but could not hide her absence as my feelings escaped riding on the waves of my tears.
As if to say goodbye, I cried - A currency we spend but will never earn.
Distance is the measure of dying stars, and our tethered relationships.
Never be afraid to say what's in your heart.
