That day.

Her youth burned in her eyes that steamy Christmas morning.
Who knew such a simple thing would ignite the nostalgia she craved.
Her face glowed with a sheen not caused by the hands of summer; her innocence had been uncovered if only for a few minutes.
Life stopped and all I saw was her gliding into the days of childlike hope with such fluidity.
That scooter was the key to her soul.
She too was young once but it took a trip down my driveway to reveal that glimmer in her eyes that had been clouded by living.
My grandmother that day - a perpetual child aged only by her body.

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Reality bites

I had a dream about you last night. It seemed so real. I could see the lines around your eyes as you smiled and could feel your stubble under my hands. Seeing you smile made me feel me again. It wasn’t a dream in the past, it was of today’s present. We forgave and moved on into an uncertain maybe future. We touched the way we did the first time, full of excitement and promise of more moments. I felt home again.

Then I woke up. 

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