Always
I thrived for little—
a quiet love
a tenderness to offer
like a brook
small and humble
seeking the next bend
toward the ocean—
knowing kindness
is offered
in playing a small part.

Time feels heavy
for some—
a boat adrift
floating aimless
a love wanting to bloom
words falling
like rain on thirsty ground—
I learned
to swallow—
hard and fast.

I carry
what I gave away—
a suitcase of unspoken words
all the hope
from one look
one touch
a soft offering
barely standing—
but never forgotten.