JessicaRaye

I miss…

something I shouldn’t say so I don’t. Instead I find time to carve out time for myself. Taking rides to the beach finding hidden gardens. Learn to go with the waves rather than fighting back.

I stare up at the sky looking for any visible sign. Pushing back waves of things I want to say but never will. Wondering if it will all make sense in the end.

I buy a latte I sit and pretend to write or read and instead miss the moments. Yet find the tender pieces still there waiting.