Intricate…the muscle providing hope, risk…love.
Certainly, the uttermost tendon, when handing down fairness.
For it is exclusively unfair…under constant construction…in need of repair.
A walk thru the pain of love’s remains…like a blade of grass…no one stride ever the same.
Then, as a matter of course, the vow, ‘I will always remember you.’
But we concede that thought will never prevail as fresh.
As vulnerable as the first moment of…
A long glance out of my window…I had hope to see you there.
But I only witnessed what endures.
The process of rebuilding my heart’s broken chain.
Beats on and on…after a loss…
again and again and again.