Her


When I met her a whirlwind was already
in place. Chaos had knocked
down the hull of security I thought
was impregnable. Vulnerable,frustrated
I was in that moment.
The wounds I laid across our shared
table of memories were fresh and
stinging but somehow the more
I placed there the more
she soothed them.

As each of them began to scab over
I saw her in a light that
had a hue of none other I had encountered.
Her smile puts me in a place
that pauses my storm and allows
me to stay in the light
of the eye of my storm.
Nothing is by coincidence, even her. Though her touch may not be in
my realm physically for a while her
grasp on my heart will linger
until she is in my arms again.
Her....

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