Warmth!

That’s how your presence felt, like fresh sunlight.

And what skies I thought I seen, what clouds.

Even the breeze had something to say.

Those were the days of Wendy!

Each step certain, like Jesus walking on water.

And conviction blossomed like those flowers blooming in Anza Borrego fields.

When food carts paraded down Santa Monica streets, before the transients, let down, found home on the streets.

Those were the days of sunlight. I don’t remember them as well as I use to.

Still, we saw them beaches, the waves crashing at our feet.

When the jellyfish stung, my love didn’t stutter, it couldn’t fathom defeat.

My eyes saw you perfectly Wendy, perfection my eyes saw.

When love still felt like warmth, before I felt the chilling of my heart.

Warmth!

I think of how it use to feel.

Warmth!

I think it might still be real.

Warmth!

A dream that felt so real.