I so dedicate
to you
the days
spent on wind-swept hills,
the hours of reflective
treks on trails
into the woods
and out into nowhere,
the yesteryears
that have given way
to the future
that is always a step
ahead of us,
the Junes and Decembers
of looking back
to the things and places
we missed along the way,
to the journey back
for gathering them
as a warm thought
in my mind,
so you’d welcome me back
as if welcoming
the whole world.
