you returned
brighter
to
blind,
so i didn’t open
my eyes
yet
realized.
shadow work
puddles formed
around my
feet
in the center of
a crowded
room,
i spotted you
across the
eyes
wondering if your
shoes were
soggy
too.
slipped my hand
from glove
to find yours open,
waiting..
to tender mercy’s
touch,
to melt the frost
around my
heart.
visible from
shore
are shadows
midst the waves,
as moonlight
holds vigil
over underwater
graves.
upon
dashboard–
i spot lights and
dials to guide
my ride
midst
whispers
from backseat
driver side.
amidst
snowflakes
we tread upon
ice sheets
towards a ghostly
cabin
in the corner of
a clearing,
enticed by
pluming smokestacks,
its front
door.,
forever open.
the whoosh of
shadows
from not quite beyond
the senses
assure that i
am ever
seen.
gently grasp my
hand
and drag me
back
to where our sweet
spills freely,
in light of deep
trust–
where we talk through
thoughts that
plague
us.
a pill for
grief
rests on a table,
in a cup,
poured into
a hand
in the center of
a room
where no one feels
a thing.
i watched as steam
rose from your
palms–
extended towards
the void
and knew you had summoned life
from beyond any myth
we had learned.
hands in the garden 
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