big enough to touch mine
You weaved them with wings
capturing the light of hope
that slipped around my heart
Please rearrange my life
that is now mixed and matted
calm this tangled weave
breathe me sweet...
Make me matter
for souls can touch a place
so kept, with healing
Brushstroke me with your lips
watch my defenses fall
while I wait for a deliverance
that I know I would cherish
I went to reach out and give her
a smile, like a corner table
with the chair pulled out
But 'No' came rushing towards me
as swift as the gust of cold wind
from the door that she closed
I hold the words I speak
though transient my mind spills
my amazement
down halls of hollow shouts upon
the open windows, shuttered
I now see how her load is less
and the forgotten are cast off
as dust and time perform a miracle
covering the unused things...
until they no longer matter
In the end
it is what it is or isn't ~



do not wait long to pen me more
Love, Chez





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