Times

There are times...

...my sadness makes me feel ill.
...I think of you, and the way you looked in a million different moments we shared, and I cry.
...I wonder, is there REALLY more to life than this?
...I wonder if have I reached my full potential?
...I ask myself if I have burned all - or only some - of my bridges?
...I do not know if I loved too much, not enough, or not at all?
...I want to know when I reach into the darkness, what will I find?
...my thoughts turn to how I will be remembered. Will it be for the goodness in me, or by my mistakes?

...I close my eyes and you are here with me, loving and laughing...and dancing naked in the kitchen...