Being Curious

I was thinking about you tonight, as I do every  night, missing you.  As I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling, I wondered what  I would feel if I saw your face before me, what would be my reaction?  Scared? Happy? Relieved?  I almost longed to see you before me.

Also, as I laid there I wondered do you have the same characteristics we know and love? ( I consciously choose not to use the past tense) Or are you faceless?  formless?  As I laid there, I wondered, yet somehow if you were faceless and formless I would know that it was you I was seeing/feeling before me. 

Sometimes I wonder if you are happy, or sad; I prefer to believe that you are happy in the realm that you now reside.  I believe that you are watching us, and are still very much part of our lives.  I believe.

Courtesy Simi Seuraj-Sahadeo