Here and Gone

She was the wind's breath

alive and moving

with grace, a sweet slide

across the room.

 

When she kissed me

the world went away

but, like the sea

she too could roar.

 

There is a providence

beyond a loss

something grander

kept for better times.

 

When love it seeks no measure

nor tolerance for ties that bind.

 

 

ajs

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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