laughter ensued immense
and she walked away
enthused, yet
cursory words lacked depth
no quiet of the mind
came forth, no soul
he follows as she
drifts away
though with this one
she sees bits and buttons
holding parts in place
when he speaks
the lines years etched
at corners
of his eyes, lips
as they move to
speak his heart
she gives without
the expectations of reciprocity
“Once inside, you’re afraid they find nothing to hold on to,” Cowboy Junkies’ Ring on the Sill
