I’m reaching for memories of you. Sometimes they rest behind my eyes and I dream of them for hours.

I replay it like a song until I memorize the entire thing.

I ask God if I’m doing enough. I ask him if there is really a choir of angels in heaven. I ask him how to get there.

I feel the answers in everything I don’t say as they run down my cheek. It’s in the parts I keep raveled tightly in my mind. Waiting to come undone.

This body is nothing but a placeholder for my spirit until it is called home . Nothing but a vessel. Nothing but a memory. -AMT©️