at rest within
this breath–
i’ll exhale
without regret,
i saw the glimpse
and dreamt
it in
with hope you’d
found it
too.
compassion
holding space
for warmer thoughts
on night bereft
of spark
keeps the soul from
shivering,
two hands around
one heart.
tempting as
it may
be
to take your
hand
i’ll leave it
by your
side,
to share it
with
whomever you
wish
while i
stand aside.
heartbeat against
eardrum
close to combustion
from timely
tension
of strains felt
that need no mention.
she wouldn’t remember
my voice on
the end
of the
line
but responded with
kindness,
as though she had
known and
loved
me
throughout her
harsh life,
impacting me for
the rest of
mine.
we used to sing
like no one
heard
us,
but heart song
still chimes
in ears
of
those seeking space
in which to rest
their spears
and truly
listen.
tilt the compass,
run towards
us..
arms
motioning-
inviting those lost
into their
clasp
to defend
all..
from decays
of past.
your eyes like
stars
glow
near then far–
vanishing into
the night,
i caught them
once..
then let them
go,
for fear of dimming
their light.
awkward, yet
sincere,
he perseveres when
others mock,
not afraid to
talk the
truth,
even if his words
aren’t clear.
bus man, why
so long?
spare a story
or song?
i’ll lean into your
lessons..
fall not
on careless ears,
bus man, shall we
walk from
here?
hands in the garden 
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