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hold me now
within the safe
where once
I lay my head
listening
as whispers
sang me home
reminders
I’ve forgotten
the verse
that was my name
a memory
is all we wrote
of time
beyond the last
another breath –
a garden
once we knew
seeds are bound
to blossom
come the spring
. . .
Author’s Note: For a dear friend. May love rush into the shallows
of your sorrow.
tornadoday 