In this less than
a few rungs below
my idea of a perfect year,
in this off-cut cast-off
and near redundant cluster
of never quite within my grasps,
in this now,
but not yet of a year
I found a light
high in your smile,
a familiar chime
deep in your laugh,
a welcome rest
on the cusp
of our brief touch
and I found hope.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 6:18 AM UTC
In this less than
a few rungs below
my idea of a perfect year,
in this off-cut cast-off
and near redundant cluster
of never quite within my grasps,
in this now,
but not yet of a year
I found a light
high in your smile,
a familiar chime
deep in your laugh,
a welcome rest
on the cusp
of our brief touch
and I found hope.
