Places where we simply
Are
Places where we simply
Be
Fascinating
How often I find
Places of worship there
Continued from Enveloped.
Impatiently.
A mother knows these things.
And daughters always think they know better,
When they hardly know themselves.
I love the man.
She never understood that.
He is derisive,
Angers easily.
And the most potent
He loves us
And we love him
She came into my life
Throwing a lifeline
In a turbulent time
She will never know
Nor can I explain
To her or anyone
The many ways
Her words touched me
Her songs sang to my spirit
Like paper
Cutting flesh
“I’ll have to go get some sealant,” her husband had told her.
“But that will ruin the paint,” she replied, with an emotion that surprised her. “I don’t have any more.”
“You have to fix it before it gets out of hand.”
“But it’s such a small crack!”
He paused.
Instead, a depth
Intensity
Tragedy
A wake of human debris
In her path
“This one is very, very yellow!”
She winced a little as the plea in his voice tainted the photograph of the very, very chiseled man on her Tinder app. She gave the image a flick to the right, thinking, I’ll come back for you later….
“I’m not sure you’re supposed to look at any one thing,” he replied.
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