January 13, 2020

• constellations

  

   

  not so much a pessimist
  as a realist.

  I know there are hard days ahead

  easier only when there is love
  instead of loss

  there is a distance
  between the sharply drawn breath
  and the sigh--

  which is as long
  and as short
  as a lifetime.

  happiness has its difficulties
  just as salt has its wound.

  even the sky has its constellations.
  emptiness is a space full of what has been
  and what is to be.

  my devotion has everything in it.  your closed eyes,
  my desire, the ache of fulfillment.

  the pages of our story, riffled by the wind,
  are numbered
  but not in consecutive order.

  the ending?        that part
  has been left unwritten;

  is still unknown to us

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