ray of time

Light through the open window

catches dust. 

A ray of time.

The past encapsulated 

in front of my eyes.

I sit on the edge of my bed

staring into the dust 

and think through the years

and the places and the people

and it always comes back to you. 

The light refracts from particles

and meets my eye

and I meet yours through time. 

I take a sip from a glass of water

and as it hits my throat

I am at once refreshed and reminded 

and in being reminded am refreshed yet further. 

For the memories that  exist of you

are caught in every ray of light

that floods through the open window

and catches on each particle of dust.