Heart to Heart

Photo by Cristian Palmer on Unsplash

I fixed my frequency

To receive your message.

Loud like your boisterous laugh that echoes through the halls,

Clear as your resolve to fight,

To breathe in with hope and exhale all doubt,

To taste this sweet nectar of life,

Like biting into a waffle on Sunday morning,

Watching the syrup cascade down onto the plate.

And just like the honey butter maple hands that cling to the table,

Your memory sticks to my mind.

Amazing in every sense,

Your scent wafts through the air,

And I remember to breathe in with hope and exhale all doubt,

As I smile at the sky.