It's thanksgiving. Or, almost thanksgiving.
I don't know which nor do I care
Tomorrow will be as yesterday and today was last week
I'm home and home reminds me of you and you remind me of yellow
yellow in its absence
Yellow as the sun hitting a japanese maple
Yellow as ochre, or lemons, or happiness.
Yellow as me.
Let us not talk, and leave it at that
Replace silence with acceptance and know that we are here
know that we are here, yet we are gone
and will always be gone in the form that we knew best
Let us forever live in maybes
These days there is so much comfort in the unknown
Love in the moment, in this moment
You will be me, and I you, and you them
And we will be free