For all my life,

you were there and I was here.

Giving me a lost sense of time.

Security and comfort.

I sometimes take you for granted.

I find myself admiring you.

Your smile brightens my day, motivating me to get up every morning.

Your voice is so familiar to me.

But yet you aren’t real to me but only a branch reaching its arms to the sky,

and the sun shining on my back.

I could feel the hot sun beaming on my neck, hair in my view, head facing down,

the concrete with drops of blood, and a reflection looking right back at me.

Broken glass-

I was too distracted by the golden colors and the breeze of July.

Windows down,

the wind hitting my face

But I could always come back

to the moment

where it was starting,

to feel like home.