Emptiness/Presence
The container empty
The last drop consumed
The echo of footsteps in the hall
You lie cold beneath the sheet
Like an ice cube on hot pavement
Your memory appears
You point to my heart
And then to your own
“I am you, and you are me”
The words fill my heart
May 26, 2018
2 comments:
The underlying simplicity of this adds to its voice of truth, and the reality of what makes up our lives, as well as the strength that memory can have for us. A beautiful 55, annell--thank you so much for playing.
gentle and pure ~
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