when ghosts come haunting

Sometimes out of the blue it hits me
and I realize
I miss you.

Remember playing in the snow in New York?
Remember wandering around Carmel?
Remember eating sushi in Portland?

we could smell anarchy at the coffee shop around the corner.
we laughed so hard in the face of danger, tears rolled down our faces.

I can still smell the Atlantic Ocean breeze in Ocracoke.
I can still smell the Pacific Ocean breeze walking along the Embarcadero.
I can still smell the Gulf breeze blowing through the jeep.

You were my best friend.
You were my heart.

I hope you are well.

Sometimes out of the blue it hits me
and I realize
I miss you.