Where are you now?
I just found an acorn from MS, I am holding it in the palm of my hand.
My childhood and I want to remember the day I found it with you, but, I can’t find you in the image of this acorn though it came from a place we both knew. In fact, as I see the discovery: a brick wall beside me, dark acorns the size of fat dimes laying around my sandal-feet, little hats for them clinging in couples on the outer rim of the pile, the hats look like they’re waiting for the baby nuts to roll back into them again.
Suddenly, I recall that you were not there. You, soul mate, were in my heart and alive within my soul as I smiled down at the acorns and I went down to pick one up along with a pair of possible hats. In my hand that sunny day, the tiny wonders gripped my feeling and called out with me: your name. Though neither of us saw you, and we surely haven’t heard you in a while, the acorn and I cut a door into my heart where we can find you any time.
I’ll love you forever, and, every time I walk that street, I’ll be with you no matter how far away you try to be.