What Might Have Been Lost

A cozy cottage sitting in perfect symmetry between the rolling hills.

A fluffy red dress made of velvet that hung adoringly to her sweet frame.

Bright mornings. A Sunday perhaps. Limbs tangled up in love.

Content silence. Quiet stares that settle into your bones.

Foreheads pressed together, welcoming a new life.

A tan line that brings a smile when discovered.

So many years.

Familiar songs that fuel the fire there.

Owning what so few do.

Roaming the fields up North under the bluest sky. Hand in hand.

Belonging.