sometimes
my heart is broken
in the time it takes to bleed
for moments
there –
i can’t see the sun
was surely meant
to resurrect
the memory of us –
another chance
the universe is come

to heed again
my softest plea
aches
I cannot say
I miss the night
dreams it leaves behind
to reminisce
on places I’ve forgotten
how to grieve –
weighted now
in love we’ve yet
to find

. . .