A Fine Mesh

He was standing in front of me

Love radiating from subdermal layers

Our hearts raced to catch up with one another

And I, having been so bereft of care

Spilled out of my eyes

He leaned forward

Time and I waited, holding our breath

Expecting his lips to meet mine

Instead, his cheek pressed to my tear stained face

And we cried together

He conjoined himself to my hurt

Helped me shoulder my baggage

Lightened my weighty load

He loved me then

Folded safe in his arms


◄ The Present

Merci, Monsieur Claude ►


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