Feeling Zaffre

No sweet brow sweat
No lunging forward
No backtracking from missteps
No pale knuckled prayers
No trials and errors
No begging and pleading
No trying to forgive yourself
No hang overs or peddling back
No wincing at lost wishes
Just perfect lunches and high fives
Sitting together arm and arm
Sighing slowly and laughing
Look at the moon
Staying up til dawn
Just perfect cat naps and sweater vests
Shooting baskets and shooting stars
Love letters received when sent
And soothing balms for wounds and scars