you’re there as the wind flutters my shirt
the flame on your alter is your deep breath
white sheets are our relationship cloth – comforting, soothing, wrapping 2 individuals into one tableau
the coffee waits for you on your night stand
my hands blind search for your tattoos
there you are just beyond my reach – as you could be – sailing ahead leading the way
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I wept yesterday. A wave of loss carried my self into deep greif, loss – then another wave, and another, each with its own take on the moment.