I was left of left
                    &
            called up as typical

    widespread panic metered
            your forearm.

    I was left with my ebbs
                     &
              in admiration

    of your gentle smile; kind as
               you **** me.

I miss what I never had.
Gentle reassurance and soft, loving encouragement.
Gentleness was not written in my mother’s movements
like a ballet dancer’s practiced pirouettes.
Her movements were more like my handwriting.
Jagged and coarse. Discordant and unrythmic.
I wonder though, were her movements intentional?
Were they truly meant to hurt and scare?
Or were they an absentminded reflection
of her own hurt and scars?

You’re so tender.
The soft in you flows into my veins , softening the edges that i sharpened,  healing the bruises that I gained in the great war.
You smile and it's like a moons crescent, and your laughter resembles the sound of the rain.
and I’m so in love.
Your hands, like satin, caress my face and i have never been held so gently;
Your embrace induces in me, a slumber I've never known.
and I’m so in love.
Your presence should be an anomaly to my star-like solitude;
but god its not, I would search for you across multiverses.
and in the void you look at me so tenderly , your lips graze mine and it’s a supernova and I’m falling, falling , falling in love again.

The day’s last light fades into the hush,
Evening’s arrival with a gentle rush.
In the glow of dusk, I find my seat,
Basking in the night, sacred and sweet.

Stars awaken as the sky turns deep blue,
A celestial canvas, each night anew.
The world slows down, and in this space,
I find solace in the night’s gentle grace.

So let the evening come, let the stars shine,
In this sacred moment, I and the divine intertwines.
With a grateful heart, I embrace the night,
In its tranquil presence, everything feels right.

Breathe in, breathe out, a gentle flow,
Shifts in posture, let the tension go.
Adjust the level, find your place,
Acceptance blooms in this sacred space.
Pain may linger, but here we stand,
With open hearts and open hands.
Acceptance goes a long, long way,
In this place, we find our stay.

she was a good wife:
beautiful, honest, kind, soft -
just like her silence.