Missed, and not missing

Chide me not in winter’s breath
Summer passed us both
And seasons salted wounds
we’d both promised selves to keep hidden
Yet here we stand
As unlocked pieces
Once wedded-
And though we’ve quiver full of barbs and jests
In Eros’ debt, unsung the arrow
In your arms I fall without injury
Without defense
Tis love
A felling blow well
Dare not I say, a fall to bridge the gap from darker to brighter days

For H.M.


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