within these
lonely hands
once your love
permitted –
flush against my breast
do you remember
how it was
the ways we came
to realize
our love
our lowly purpose
when the sky went dark
was for this
you came around
words
beneath an echo
of wings –
a wilderness
pressed into the tender
of my need
do you remember
how it was
the ways we came –
surrender
the winds have died
but lonely hands
they grieve

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