a taste of acrid absence. love, not there.
grasping still to treasures, that were not mine
my widowed joy, now free of cherished care.
the weight of threading sounds of now and yore,
compassion listens, lifting love in sync
with breath divine, hailed from a nearby shore
of turquoise seas, a refuge? just a wink.
so softly thieves my present moment’s gift
of spacious luster, friendships such as these
not binding, never solid, just a shift
with precious laughter, soaring with great ease,
a pirouette, a grin, and now i see
the robber of serenity was me.
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