I Need to Get Back

to the place
the place before all this
the place of innocence and bliss
A time where happiness could exist
in true simplicity

Where I could reach out
as well as reach in
Things were talked out,
kind words were spoken
Forgiveness was used
not as a tool,
but in every sense of the word, true

Hang-overs were for drinkers,
not for leverage
Getting something out on the table
that wasn’t edible
but enabled communication
and better understanding

The only thing covering up
is the cotton table cloth
Sweetness is not only in
the blueberry jam,
but in the essence of
who you and I am.