we have earned our ways out of this
marriage
the siren song of our love echoes in hollows,
disappears
awakens nothing anymore, except
companionship
shall we enter the echoes as they disappear,
look
for a hand held in softness, a hand held
fondly
a kiss gentled by years    and
tears?    or
shall we stay as we are: prope and still,
awaiting

the Beginning


c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater