Crawled up pipe, alas
Despite the rain, tried again
Until sun did pass
Oh, persistent spider!
Sometimes I wish
That your "we"
Included less of "them"
And more of "me."
He's a galaxy,
I,
A constellation.
He softly seeps into her soul
One...
Word...
At...
A...
Time...
Each drop of him occupies spaces
she had forgotten existed
He melds into crevices others created
A balm for her ache
Carefully fashioning bandages
to heal deep wounds
A wordsmith crafting a new heart
from broken pieces
