Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read
I used to play
Upon on your words
Like my old summer swing set.
The sweetness they could bring
Brought not only joy
But healing
To the great depths of the inner me.
The weight of
“I love you”
Had the power of an avalanche.
It was a severe mercy
The way our love began
Merciful until the dreadful day
Our love died.
Now the garden of our love
Is full of weeds.
And the weight of
“I love you”
Has become like
a picture still mountain
In an an empty old house.
But, I close my eyes
And I hear your words
My body is floating
Somewhere in the space between
5 inches away from my swing-set seat
I’m up so high
I take a deep
Unmeasured breath.
As I come downward
Landing upon a merciful swing seat.
