a sudden breeze
tips the
candle
sending its spark
spilling
onto kitchen
table..
consuming remnants
of a letter
i never seem to
complete.
mindfulness
i’ve softened
little
since the
news
you left before
your time,
but have settled
into the new
“normal“
and sense you
within me
now.
in
silence
our needs are
met
and within its solace
rings the voice
of truth.
spin our song
again
so i may tease out
new notes
and catch fresh
inflections
in the symphony you
express.
please, a moment
longer
for me to gather
thoughts
and throw them
at the wall,
to watch them
stick..
or not.
found me ready
to run
at first whiff of
a storm,
yet i stand here
in puddles
my gaze set
on yours.
stirring coffee
for the
swirl..
it
spins
while foam
bleeds
in
as bubbles
separate.
in mind’s
grey
the earth stops
spinning
long enough for
new colors to
emerge
from all corners of
the world.
the piano sounds of
trickling
water
to tickled senses
held under
spell like
magic
awakens
soul submerged.
heartbeat against
eardrum
close to combustion
from timely
tension
of strains felt
that need no mention.
hands in the garden 
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