for a little while
beauty slept
– a shadow of my life
curled into a corner
cobweb dreams
woke before the coffee
stayed up all night long
talked and talked
for hours –
loved me
sight unseen

more than once
the paper came and told
with bitter news
the passing of a place
I’d loved before
filled my heart
with sadness –
however could it be
for every loss –
the wait
was weighted more

lullabies
were all I knew –
to rock and rock
and weep
counting loud each moment
until dawn
begging absolution –
rid my lone regret
of graces saved –
my need to linger on

painted black
and all the rest –
sunlight spills the same
to warm a single
feather
on my bed
beauty sleeps
while I rehearse
the song of knowing well
of times foretold
in moments
we were dead

Author’s Note – I feel compelled to explain a bit of these
words. Suffice to say, they are not sad nor are they intended
to be. And yet I know that we find what we find – and save (sometimes)
what we were never meant to carry.

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