Thought Bubbles

Thoughts
of missing souls
dance the air around us,
rising like little bubbles,
then bursting
a sudden bulb of knowing
igniting memories
to sparkle
behind our eyes
for a second
or two.

As time stalls,
we rock ourselves gently
wrapped in our own arms
protecting hearts
encased and in case
back in time
our hearts become lost, too.

To and fro
perpetually
we keep time in motion;
swinging pendulums,
like cradles for the missing,
lest we forget their coming and going
or we, too, become forgotten...

One day, I will jump aboard the swing

then, thoughts
of my own missing soul
will dance tomorrow’s air,
rising like a little bubble
then bursting
a sudden bulb of knowing
igniting my memory
to sparkle
behind a loved one’s eye
for a second
or two.