snap

the snap of nostalgia
like a rubber band on my wrist
the sting of things forgotten
and found again
through a saved paper
through a faded
note

gather

woolgathering within my wistful filters
memories play out like little movies

the way light moves
the way dust whirls
sitting by the heat vent
waiting for warmth

wind or music
or a touch bring me right back
to a feeling
a time
but
the reality of past is fragile
and is it even true?
or are memories all
gathering cobwebs within
my wistful filters?

just the opposite

"i feel like you are the sun
and i am the tree,"
you said.
but i
think
it is just the opposite.

you expand my heart

this is together
this is now
and I'm caught by
your eyes

crucified with you
ripped open
made grateful
my heart will never be
the same

oh,
the way you love
is extravagant

makes a person whole

I can think of no greater passion

than kindness

gentle words

no-strings-love

giving giving giving

a grace that costs

an unconditional love that

inspires sincerity

fills the gaps

makes a person whole

too willing

you explode

I implode

smoke
that I too willingly
sucked in

words have a way of

filling hollows