Begin Again
Published in
Nov 25, 2020
by Dan J. Evans
I thought she had brought me
to a funeral
and I finally released breath
when I realized how wrong I was.
She stands alone
letting me watch her
a knowing smile over her shoulder.
My hands found hers
somehow
in the violence of this world
and in the chaos of noise
that vibrates within us.
She remembers my eyes
as I fall through hers.
She always knew
what we’d be.
We’ll paddle through the ocean of time.
We’ll catch sharks
and leave them as conquerors.
