Once We Were

Often in the dark of day when I am cozy and tucked away, I think of you and pray you are happy in heaven ... or wherever you've gone. Perhaps you are in a middle place (not that one of much disgrace) where some folks like to trace the in-between, a way station before returning here to do it all again. And then, that is when I hope I would still be here, you would find me and life would be just as it was when it was We. Oh, how silly of me you'd return a baby! What if you have already! So, how am I to believe we'll meet those gone before on some celestial shore? I need a new brain to stop all these insane fantasies galore, that fill my mind each day when darkness comes.