I wish I could remember those days,

there was laughter with an ironic twist.

Seemed everything was moving well

in the right direction to give assurance

that love was something we could feel.

Words like ‘we are blessed’ filled the silence,

with smiles and aching heart and 

soul. Seemed serendipity spoke

aloud so that certain moments were felt,

and we could live with the elegance

of a moment neither could understand.

We wanted to share it and live it in harmony

while all around us the world was healing.