ARCHIVVM MIKL

9.4.2024

savour it, my friend
evening thunderstorms
late brunch in bed
shifting sands betwix tides
prayers sent and received
steps of your slow dance alone

savour it, my friend
a sky painted jade, in spring
turns brown again with the fall breeze
a hug so breathtaking, yet
tangles your breath with another
to look back and try again

savour it, my friend
sunset in crimson, or lavender
petting your cat and both falling asleep
another take on grandma's recipe
finding a lost toy, a book you've
read enough to remember it whole

savour it,
'fore my ink runs dry, friend
it's what you've longed for, no?
moving on now