I loved her
before
I even
met her.

Breathe and love as long as you live,
And you will have built a bridge over everything.
22/5/2020

Mothers come gently to our rooms, the sunset kiss on the forehead,
Woven homilies from their baskets of forgiveness and spools of yarn.

But for the grave, this heart its coiled sunset unspools, so long entwined
In woods and seas that redden now into the soul of all sunsets combined.