We’ll venture into the city Pretend our bones are not dust Ignore our fails Hearts soft Love nostalgic Hold hands like lovers Location historic (ours alone) celebrate resilience.
(Today we celebrate our anniversary. Image my own)
Tiger’s eye reminds me of youth, how you remarked: “Save it for luck!” before brushing aside my unruly hair… one last time.
Found you again decades later, sipping tea in a corner café, dropped the marble in your saucer, your smile bridged the years.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson, this poem edited. Image my own)
(Hi all. This post was pre-scheduled. I have turned off comments. We are currently coming to terms with the loss of a close family member. Will visit when I can, but likely be off for a bit.)