Remnants

 

Soft curtain of air folded
against my arm as you left
the cool rushing in
the need to pull back
my mouth shaped
to the saying of not now
come back here take this
but better perfumed
with left behind, the need
of both of us this last brick
this last stone. A river
years saying yes
to one another, let us
below the surface
find rocks, let us carry
the bottom.

 

 

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