Monday, October 14, 2019

on a gray day she reaches

to recall
she reaches

back into the abyss where
she parsed,
detached to feel
intense

too brief an interlude
never she got to know
never she divulged
never she smithed
words for you

to the hours lost
is the meeting
the parting

yet familiar
is the weight of you
her response
your coming
your going

newly sweet
is the lingering
is the knowing