It was

It was the best of times

It was the worst of times

These were the days of despair

Yet the season of hope

Unspoken love and broken promises

I made a cup of coffee this morning

So I could sit alone at the window

And consider

The philosophy of peace

Of insideness of emotion

Like a telescope to the constellations of memories in the archives of my mind

And let me tell you

All that remains

Are the moments of trying again to turn towards the light to lightness and ease

All that remains of us

Of me

Of my life

Of happiness