In the fall
With you.
Despite
Our scraping pains—
Dry leaves on our walk,
Your whisper in my brain.
We walk a rocky strand
Waves rolling,
In skittering dark—
Summer ebbing and although
Broken—
We haven’t fallen apart.
We’re survivors;
Love hasn’t killed us
But heals us,
Makes us strong.
Places inside us
Grief collects
But somehow we struggle on.
And you,
Backlit by the sullen sun
So lovely and still fair;
The sunlight gently gilds
Your face and stray strands
Of your hair.