dandelion dreams come true

I blew my false hope through dandelions knowing there would be no return. When does anyone's delicately whispered wishes come true? I watched the seeds float away, not expecting them to take root. But the sun shines on the brave and hopeful. Though rain refused to fall, my aspirations prevailed. Saint Valentine spared me that lonely night, and I finally felt like Patsy Kline was singing "Back in Baby's Arms" for me. The happiness I felt sent warm tears down my rosy cheeks. My lungs no longer fought the air, but took it all in. How I missed this warmth I hadn't felt for weeks.

Yes. I missed him. I tried to ignore it, but the hole remained unfilled. I went out only to stand disconnected from whatever surroundings, enveloped in my fear of forgetting his embrace. I had accepted the loss, but felt I was trudging through the dullest of grays. Oh, how far off seemed those brighter days. I adopted a cat to keep me company. Friendly purring fur proved comforting. We would get through it, Asher and I. And we got through it, but the light came sooner than we expected.

Life is a funny thing, and it's all we really have.