Thinking of You

I am sitting here thinking of you

of how much I love you
of how much I shall miss you.
of how much there is in front of us.

I am sitting here wondering
of how we will be
of how we will sort it out
of how soon I will hold you again

I am sitting here breathing
knowing with you it will be alright

Sign Off

Six months and three days ago
I arrived in Port Canaveral
Excited for the simple life change
and the great weather.

Tomorrow I sign off
Six months and three days done
I have figured out huge aspects of myself
Found love and opened myself to opening doors.

Life is better for it all and I choose to remember that it is great but by choice.

This time ...

It feels right
It feels honest
It feels connected
It feels caring
It feels trustworthy
It feels wonderful
It feels returned
It feels open
It feels communicative
It feels safe
It feels challenging
It feels overwhelming
It feels good
It is love

Leaving a Mark

I traditionally feel left out
I miss the gossip
I don't understand the connection
I sit alone at the party

This does not mean I don't have friends
But in bigger groups I am not as active as everyone else
It feels lonely

I see people saying goodbye
Developing great friendships
Learning about each other and connecting
I wish

In the past week something has happened
Maybe I stopped trying so it was allowed to happen
Maybe I have grown and did something different
It is not something for me to truly question

I looked around and realized that this time
In this group
In this location
I have connected
People are going to miss me
I am valued here and understood
I have left a mark
and so have they

Jogging on the Beach 3

It is late afternoon, early evening,
The sun is setting
The breeze is cool
It is my last jog here
I start out and feel the wonderful wind
She has been good to me these many months
I pick up my pace and follow my route
Through the streets, around the corner and onto the beach
The air is fresh, not dense like usual,
The sea beats beside me and I jog
I get to the end and rather than push further to my usual stop point
I race up the hill, over the grass through the trees
I dart along the top of the hill, with the sun at my back
I feel free, open and alive