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.








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