at
each other–
across a table, we gaze
for days..
with little
to say-
which was never
our way,
for each other
we reach..
amidst absence
of speech.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
at
each other–
across a table, we gaze
for days..
with little
to say-
which was never
our way,
for each other
we reach..
amidst absence
of speech.
hands in the garden 
I am enjoying your poems.
Thanks Ali, I am glad to hear it. Thank you for taking the time to share your warmth and kindness. 🙂