Displaced

Floating.
Nothing to hold on to today.
Irritated.
Uncomfortable.
Memories, emotions, and suppositions unlived.
Yet familiar.
Lost.

Cannot stay outside.
Cannot stay inside.
Where else to go?

Bonds

He stands before me, clad in white.
The red chairs are far behind us.
I understand now,
And I am comforted.
My smile says all there is to say: "Your happiness is mine as well."
If only all hearts could shine so brightly.