Castles in the Air – December 7, 2020

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

I walk with her

Sometimes holding her hand

An eraser

At best

Fingers resting

On the small of my back

‘Swayed-ing’ me

This way and that

Fleecing a lullaby

I’ll never grow used to this dance

Holding her hand

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