Sometimes I wonder if I ever actually felt her warmth, sensed her, breathed her in. I look back and question any place in my life where I stood in her presence, held her, or she held me. I wonder if she was nothing more than a dream I had, when I still had dreams, an ideal that kept me on a path to be the nice polite boy and good strong man, since that was the way they said one took to win her favor. But I never did experience her love and, like most sore losers, I have doubts now she even exists. Perhaps, in this, my last dream, if I stopped searching so hard, one day Peace will find me.
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