Wednesday, December 7, 2011

reach


 i.
what
I love
about you
most
is the way you reach
reach
reach
Always.

ii.
standing there all
bundled:
a puffy coat
mittens poking half-out of full pockets
a scarf wrapped to the chin
can barely move
I realize
I feel like a child


iii.
I break.
thoughts 
days
repeat, repeat, repeat
scattered and poignant 
I'm afraid 
I'm afraid
still, still!
but gently
you calm me
a word
a whisper
a knowing 
it’ll be okay

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