We were on the same team, you and I—waiting until we could make our move. I was ready to GO and you were busy with a reading—waiting for a green light from the cards.
When you started to move, I froze—an icicle on sliding feet.
Now spring is here and I’m all thawed out; the ground is wet beneath me.
I’m a woman on two sturdy feet; I see rainbows through the sleet.
You’re a man who takes a stand and strums to your own beat—
…Though a missed connection is no connection as we are never not connected.
We’re on the same team, you and I.
Meet me on the roof of another place in another time. Please wear blue so I know it's you.
Originally published in the Missed Connections section of Lightworker Weekly, an imaginary publication of GieGie's creation. All content taken from real dream journeys.