I was not supposed to meet you
Today,
Nor yesterday.
In the garden
Nor the attic
In the ocean
Nor the porch.

Seldom whispering can
Help me not.
For I am worn,
Touching the severed rope.
For I am worn,
Dripping from the twine.

I was not supposed to meet you today,
nor yesterday.
lavender rooms
can only repair
the vessel I have spilled.  

Seldom whispering
Can help me not.
For I am worn
I am forgotten.