It's A Wild World, With Many Feels

Comfort for me is;

Gladly- getting lost in a moment,

in a memory held, locked up in time.

Kept somewhere dear, for safe keeping

for just the right place and right time.

Though the pictures may fade, in an album,

they are vibrant and fresh, in your mind.

Just waiting for you to remember,

and revisit them time after time.

The smell of the lake in the summer,

the feel of the air when it rains.

A kiss, from someone who loves you

and you long, just to hold them again.

The tears, as you lose someone special,

but remember-you'll see them again.

The promise, to always remember,

the challenge to never forget.

That comfort comes in so many forms,

even some, not experienced yet.

So be open for adventures still coming,

As life shows you it's extraordinary palette.