Do you see what I see

Hi babe. The sun came up again today. It was a nice sunrise too. Your roses are on their second bloom this year. The planter you hung outside the picture window has nice flowers in it now. So much life reminding me of you. So much of you here. So much Love.

People say I’ll feel you

People say I’ll hear you

People say I’ll see you

People say you are here

Who are these people?

I don’t ever “feel you” or “feel your presence.”

I don’t “Hear” you. I can imagine you saying something sometimes, but this isn’t hearing you.

I see pictures of you, I see flowers that remind me of you. I don’t see you though.

If you were here, spirit or otherwise, I wouldn’t be so lonely, so I call bullshit.

Many things I do, say, or see, spark a memory. Maybe it makes people feel better if this is what they see, hear or feel. Maybe I’m more of a realist. I do love you sweet thang.

All these words because I was looking at the flowers in the planter you hung outside the window and thought “She’d like those.”