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
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
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
Prope is the root of words meaning "close to, near".
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